Shoutout to the girls gettin chub rub but walking like your life isn’t falling apart because your inner thighs are on fire
don’t you hate it when you’re reading a chapter and then it’s coming to its climax and omg what’s gonna happen, then woops, your eyes dart to the last line and you spoil yourself and hate yourself for it
this is why, in particularly intense reading situations, i physically put my hand over the bottom of the page so i can’t accidentally spoil myself.
i take this shit seriously.
"text me when you get home so i know you’re safe" kinda people are the people i wanna be around