I’m not a mind reader.
If you like me, tell me. If you don’t like me, tell me. I can’t decipher your emotions, and to be frank, I don’t have the time to put my Indiana Jones hat on to find your Rosetta stone.
Just tell me already.
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I almost said this verbatim to someone the other day. Creepy.
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Holy fuck, what an amazing way
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"I've been thinking with my guts since I was fourteen years old, and frankly speaking, between you and me, I have come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains."
— High Fidelity
