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It's like you know, whatever.

Oh, you’re tired? I really honestly couldn’t tell. You Played it off so well by nodding off, yawning and complaining loudly to no one in particular about how tired you are. But it wasn’t until you found the need to tell me personally that I finally, really, truly understood.

Yes, you can have a bite. But only on one condition, that you eat it as far away from me as possible. You eat like a fucking pig.

(Source: tatermo, via fuckyeahdementia)

It’s so hot in my apartment that I’ve seriously considered crawling into the refrigerator. Nothing about that sentence was meant to be funny. People die in refrigerators, google it.

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