I have my fair share of secrets
Oh my fucking GOD THIS IS PERFECT
IT’S PERFECT BECAUSE WHO WOULD WANT TO STEAL A BOOK FROM SOMEONE IN THE STREET
I had to dig for the source for some reason…but here it is:
This man is just like traumatized for life like-
He has to go into counseling for this shit
His family and friends and even coworkers feel alienated
“Henry we talked about this-“
“HE TOOK THE ICE CREAM WITH HIS HANDS”
“Henry that’s what he’s supposed to do-“
“I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY HE ORDERED A CONE IF HE WAS JUST GONNA TAKE THE ICE CREAM-“
“If he gave you the money that’s what he’s supposed to d-“
“A CUP IS 50 CENTS CHEAPER”
He never has healthy relationships with anyone ever again.
His life has been defined by this moment.
This poor guy
reblogging for the flawless commentary
DEAR GOD ITS ON MY DASH AGAIN YES.
I feel like this is a cliche from several movies, but it’s so true.
I fall in love all the time. With music, film, poetry. A smile. A bum. But rarely the whole of someone.