I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
ok we had to watch this in chem class
that sexual tension
that spill was not an accident
So does your lab partner get to watch for the whole 15 minutes?
I PHSYCOALLY CANT BRETHA HEALP
WHEN MARY TOUCHED FRANCIS’ FACE!!