concept: dan and phil lay in bed together. phil’s hand is softly caressing dan’s cheek, tracing dan’s freckles with his thumb. they both yawn in sync and blink slowly, falling asleep wrapped up in the warm blanket of love
Y'all ever get that ADHD thing where u just get a random phrase stuck in your head out of nowhere and ur brain just repeats it whenever ur not consciously thinking anything
Today mine is “multi-room DVR”
Non hanno importanza la nazionalità o il colore della pelle, che venga dall'est o dal Nord Europa, qualunque lingua parli, un giorno, mentre non te lo aspetti e senza alcuna ragione, la tua lei ti chiederà cosa faresti se lei morisse e no, non potrai semplicemente rispondere “verrei al funerale”. Fai prevenzione, pensaci.
That awkward moment when the pretentious staff of your school’s literary magazine completely destroys everything you were doing in your poem to make it look more like their poems, so you have to try to hold back your sass in your email and gently threaten them with the information that your professors say that you are right and they are wrong without seeming too Machiavellian…