"i love you," bono whispers to his wife. "oh honey," she whispers back, "i love you too." bono rolls over in bed and stares at the ceiling as she drifts off to sleep. why cant she love him for who he is and not just his band
according to physics, nothing ever quite touches. when you lay your hand on something, there is a microscopic amount of space between the atoms of your hand and whatever you’re touching. so no, officer, technically i’m not jacking off right now
A few weeks ago my japanese class did a gift exchange with our penpal class in japan and their box of stuff came in today. All of the gifts had really cute messages on yellow notes. This one was my favorite..