*goes to england*
me: excuse me, what time is it?
brit: time wots that m8?
*big ben chimes*
everyone starts to count the bongs on their fingers*
brit: OI IT’S 7 BONG
Boy: Wanna go out sometime?
Me: No, I’m sorry. I’m really trying to focus on my career right now.
i’ve been so confused lately about what i want and how i’m feeling and it’s ripping me apart on the inside i feel like a kid in an 80’s movie lying on the bed and throwing a tennis ball at the ceiling like that’s what my mind is doing