Thermochromic table by Jay Watson
imagine banging someone on that table
imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table
Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.
What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?
aaaah it was a cool table now it’s a horror/drama story
I’d rather teen girls reading nothing but terribly written fanfics about their favorite OTPs that express healthy and emotionally-sound romantic relationships than “great literature” that teaches them they are prizes to be won or creatures to be controlled or destroyed.
ME VS THE REAL WORLD
[ain’t it fun by paramore playing in the distance]
I just wanna be Dauntless.
Also I just wanna be Shailene Woodley….
I have a massive pile of clothes to fold and I don’t want to do it but it’s on my bed so…