(Source: mykingdombleeds, via radioactivemongoose)
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my ex texted me today “you can delete my number i don’t care anymore”
and i replied “who is this”
(via lascocks)
No but I can just imagine a person bursting through the door screaming “I NEED YOUR HELP. IT’S A NINE” and everyone in the shop stops and all collectively goes “Oh shit” and the florists start working frantically while the man/woman just stands there looking scared as fuck while the other customers are trying to figure out what they did.
Now imagine it’s one half of your OTP running in there because they’ve seriously pissed off the other half.
(Source: subgirlygirl, via everythingsplatonic)
