Every day I realize a bit more fully that my love language is Physical Touch with a dash of Quality Time and you know what that means? It means I’m a Clingy Bitch

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Every day I realize a bit more fully that my love language is Physical Touch with a dash of Quality Time and you know what that means? It means I’m a Clingy Bitch
One of the best things you can do as a college student is kindergarten flirt with people. Here’s a list of things I have done recently:
• put a dead fly in their calculator (his name was Joey and he needed a proper resting place)
•put their hood over their head and told them to come back when they were ready after they kept messing up their words (in a lighthearted way, they were tired not dyslexic I’m not an asshole)
•played baseball with a ball of tape and a dry erase marker
•put my feet on the bottom of their rolly chair and pushed them around
•indulged them in a “magic trick” and then found a stupid loophole just to mess with them
•twanged a stretchy string with them (physics class)
•did that thing where you press down on a marker lying on a table to make it shoot forward, we had a battle of sorts
•crashed my chair into theirs like bumper cars
It’s honestly been great whether or not the feelings are mutual, shout-out to my physics lab partner for being an actual child with me lmao
Hello tumblr it’s me again and I’m still pining over someone who probably isn’t interested in me,,, he’s looking extra cute this semester though and that’s ILLEGAL
I’m in a posting mood for some reason so here goes: I’m starting to catch feelings for someone huh. Someone who plays a sport I’ve hated for years huh. Someone who judges my iced hot chocolate huh. That’s just rude. Wow.
The real question is,
can i get a boy to love me by offering him food????