122. my ardor never sours.


Firefly boy is over. He’s sick, but still incredible. Him and another amazing friend stayed over for my dad’s birthday party, as well as chilling at the local coffee shop. Our interactions can be weird. We make fun of each other all the time, woo! In a fun way. Such as boy, trying to itch his arm, gnawing at it in frustration. “I think something bit me!” “…hahahahahaha!”. “?” “Would that something be you?” “Middle. Finger.”
Kinda had to be there, but I laughed for a good five minutes. I”m still smirking.

In conclusion,

“You date an r-tard”
“No, I date an art tard. There’s a difference. Although, they do sound alike…”


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