*someone says something about their dad*
My brain-
Don't say it
Don't say it
Don't say it
Don't say it
Don't say it
Don't say it
Don't say it
Me: haha my dad left me
why does waking up topless with just my sheets covering me make me feel like i’m waking up in a fancy french hotel with a nice view of the i fell tower on a rainy sunday morning
leo varadkar was behind me in a shop queue when i was asking for change for the bus and when i got it he knocked the money out of my hand and told me to fucking walk