I-am-screaming

anonymous asked:

'He still isn’t looking at me. The last piece of my steak is now poised on his fork in mid-air. He is so sad, and I can’t take it anymore, so I put my hand on his and I say, “Tom, Tom, it’s okay. You don’t have to talk about the tank top anymore. I got it. I understand. I’ll tell the world.” But he can’t stop talking about it. He literally cannot stop talking about it' - this is pure art

I THOUGHT YOU WERE JOKING UNTIL YOU I SAW YOU WERE QUOTING THE ARTICLE VERBATIM