oftentimes women might smile at cat-callers out of nervousness or pure fear because they know that if they react negatively that guy could get way scarier and even violent
it’s not a “wow i’m so flattered” smile it’s literally a “please don’t follow me home and murder me after this” smile
I feel the same way. Even with my roommate. He always wants to do something, but I’m perfectly content to curl up in bed with a book.
hugging when two people have boobs is basically playing boob tetris.
can we skip this whole “college” thing and go straight and go to the part where i have a really awesome job and spend all my time traveling?