He just called me just to talk and say goodnight. I always feel really awkward on phone calls because, let’s be real here, I communicate more through body language and facial expressions than words most of the time, but this wasn’t awkward at all. It was sweet. We kinda talked about our day, joked around and laughed a lot, until I made him go to sleep because he’s gotta get up at an ungodly hour tomorrow. It was nice knowing that we were both (probably) laying in bed talking to each other even though we weren’t physically together, you know? I don’t know man, I’m sappy and sentimental, ignore me~
Enter at your own risk, but maybe you'll learn a thing or two.I Don't Have All the Answers. But Ask Anyway.
Look, if you nicely tell me that swearing makes you uncomfortable and you politely ask me not to, I will stop immediately and speak nicer than a nun.
But if you start acting like you’re on some fucking high horse, or telling me that I’m going to Hell for talking the way that I do and you can’t “be around that kind of language” then you can bet your motherfuckin’ ass that I’ll be fucking cussing like a cunt-fuckin’ sailor you maggot-ridden piece of dick.