If you ever call me annoying, even if it’s just jokingly, the chances of me ever speaking to you again are slim to none, because I’ll be so afraid that every little word or sound that comes out of my mouth will aggravate you and make you cringe and hate my existence.
y-ep:
Imagine it’s Sunday morning, your perfect boyfriend just woke up in the comfy apartment you own together in Manhattan, NYC. You were just making some breakfast when you see him stirring in the bed, and snap a quick picture before he turns at the noise of your camera and smiles at you. He rushes down to wrap you in a big, warm hug and begins to make some coffee.
^ perfection
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