Girl… making… head… explode… slowly.


Actually, the slow explosion of my head isn’t such a bad thing. And, dude, self-aware witty girls who are as confused as i am about romance in general and the romance in question in specific are alright in my book, especially when we meta-flirt for two hours while figuring out our battle plan.

What, me, sleep? Butterflies in stomach totally refuel me without a need to rest, didn’t you know?