I recall one evening in which we went to an expensive place and purchased a table. It must have cost at least $600, because there were multiple bottles. He had been hanging around one girl quite a bit, playing his normal “game.”
At the end of the night, after the bills had been signed and he was drunk, we all walked back to his apartment. I heard multiple lines come from his mouth that were meant to seduce her, but because of his abrasive personality, his inebriation, or my presence, she easily thwarted his attempts. This continued until she left as he begged for “a kiss goodnight… or just a platonic kiss!”
When, in our evolutionary timeline, did humans develop the ability to deal with an ex-roommate as we gather things from an old apartment? Is that something our ancestors were selected for–the performance of moving out after they’ve found that the person they had been living with was crazy?
when someone follows another person on tumblr, they may have a particular view of who that person is, and usually have a certain amount of respect for them. through a post or series of posts, they will find out more about this person, which may differ from their original impression. when this new impression doesn’t align with their own beliefs, they may feel lied to or betrayed.
hate doesn’t only come from disliking or disagreeing with someone, it comes from loving them first.
After sleeping for a period of two hours, and thinking about waking up to find what new things had been done in that time, I started to wonder if there could be a world that thrives on evenly spacing sleep cycles throughout the day, each generation advancing just a little further than the one before it.
Upon completing my imaginative circle of twelve periods, I realised that this was precisely how the world works.
She was an over-filled burrito of a person. The first couple bites were hard to get into, but once you got past them, things were great. This would last a short while, but eventually, you would find yourself trying to bite at either end to save her, only for her to fall apart over the table, becoming a soggy mess of tortilla.