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The number of inches you leave my door open is the number of inches the depth of my knife will be in your chest
if you’re going to call me a bitch, I need at least 5 reasons and examples with each one written in paragraph form with your name and date at the top right corner of each one. thanks
Omg this
When you go to a friend’s house to stay the night and get stuck with the scratchy blanket.
You know the one.
It’s made of wool.
It has satiny trim that tries to deceive you into thinking this will be a nice blanket experience.
But it’s not.
Every house has one.
It’s buried deep in the bowels of the linen closet, under some afghans and a comforter with the down coming out of it, but make no mistake.
The scratchy blanket is there.
And it waits.
