His eyes were a striking blue, like blue Gatorade, and his cheeks were flushed, like red Gatorade. His demeanor was mysterious, yet refreshing, like yellow Gatorade. And his shirt was the hue of orange Gatorade
Pregunta seria:
¿Por qué no estamos normalizando la capa española en pleno 2026?
Salir así cuando hace fresco en lugar del típico abrigo de plumas cutre da +1000 de aura
I had a really nice time last night, I think we had great chemistry! sorry I cast myself prostrate like a wretched hound at your feet, confessed my numerous self-perceived faults, and wept like a mewling babe. Want to get drinks on Thursday
I can also sometimes get this with dating. Someone will get into a relationship, and I’ll be like, “damn, I wish I had dated them.” In reality, I am not even interested in them