My boyfriend just woke up, mostly still asleep and told me “don’t worry, it’s getting better” in a heavy, American accent, which is unusual for an Australian man.
“Why are you American?” I asked, to which I got:
“Sorry, it’s getting better” in a stereotypical posh English accent.
“Why are you English?” I asked, amused.
“What is he normally?” He managed to ask.
“He? You’re not anyone else, you’re you.”
“Ugh, me” was the last thing he said, in a right proper Aussie accent before he fell back into proper sleep.
You have to stop ruining things for yourself preemptively because you believe they’ll fail anyway. Give yourself a chance to succeed.
Sometimes I talk a lot and sometimes I don’t talk at all and somehow both are embarrassing
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Please elaborate in the tags! My personal favorite 'bad' smell is chlorine because it reminds me of summers spent at the pool.
Prime numbers are... I don't have a word for it. But like. Yeah. Yeah. Fuck you. You cannot break me cleanly into pieces. If you want to break me, it's going to be messy. I refuse to break in a way that you find palatable.
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