why iphones gotta take two million years to turn back on after they die like you plug em in and you’re all ready to start texting again but they’re like “nope. i gotta take some time for myself. figure out who i am. you hurt me too much the last time. let me think.”
I wish I had more friends that had the same interest as me so we could talk about the universe, the mind, books and etc. but every girl I know wants to talk about boys and when’s the next turn up.