So fucking done with the world right now.
this needs no explanation
bro in a dishwasher
Bro’s strange. There’s no denying that but, every once in a while, you catch him doing something that you just have no hope of ever explaining.
But you’ve gotten used to it.
When you walk out into the kitchen you don’t even bother asking why the racks from the dishwasher you never use are set out on the floor. You don’t bother asking why his feet are sticking out. You just step over them and pull open the fridge, dodging the shitty swords that clatter to the floor. You just grab your juice and lean against the counter.
“You good, man?”
“I just needed a moment.”
Your eyes dart to his hands, resting against the open door. His shoulders are slumped, his head pressed up against the side of the washer and for the life of you, you can’t figure out how he actually fits in there. How, exactly, is that comfortable?
You’re pretty sure you wouldn’t fit in there and he’s twice your size— literally.
You can feel the glare behind the shades and you hold up your hands when his lips thin.
“I just needed a fucking moment, okay?”
“Yeah… yeah, okay.”
This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.