How do I get more gay guy followers? I’m pretty sure the majority of my followers are lesbians (and don’t get me wrong, I love y’all more than you love each other) but sometimes I need my followers to call me cute and ask me to post slutty pictures of myself and stuff.
Cuz, y’know, that’s what Tumblr’s for.
Seriously, it was just one hot guy after another all day at work today.
I saw three different hot Asian guys, two different hot latino guys, and even a hot white guy.
And I’m not even attracted to white guys.
But I could tell he had terrible taste in music.
I could just tell.
I miss our trips to Waffle House.
I miss giving you quarters for the jukebox and waiting as you pick a bad Kelly Clarkson song.
I miss loudly singing Beatles songs with you in public.
I miss our mutual obsession with ABBA.
I miss shyly holding your hand in public.
I miss, when holding hands, you kept them warm in your coat pocket (because my coat pocket was too small).
I miss trying different foreign foods with you.
I miss sitting in your passenger seat, watching in embarrassment as you rolled down the window and sang at the top of your lungs to the car next to us.
I miss when you would meet me for lunch during my break.
I miss meeting you for lunch in between your classes.
I miss doing cute “couples” things with you.
I miss cooking huge bags of chicken nuggets with you.
I miss our staring contests, even though I always lost.
I miss our “CHHHHHH!” sound-making contests, even though I always won.
I miss our intelligent conversations about politics, food, social issues and really anything.
I miss our stupid conversations.
I miss the good morning texts.
I miss the good night texts.
I miss the texts you would send me just because.
I miss cuddling with you.
I miss holding you in my arms.
I miss you holding me.
I miss the gentle kisses.
I miss the passionate kisses.
I miss the way you would bury your face in my chest whenever I told you that you’re beautiful.
I miss the look you would give me whenever I would brush the hair out of your eyes and hold your face in my hands.
I miss making you laugh till you cried.
I miss our tickle fights.
I miss the way you’d cry “I don’t believe youuu!” whenever I promised not to tickle you again.
I miss how excited you’d tell me you were every time you got to see me.
I miss how happy you used to make me.
I miss how happy I used to make you.
I miss when we didn’t try to make each other jealous.
I miss when we actually cared about each other.
I know you’re no longer following me on here and I know you’re not really talking to me anymore, but if you happen to read this, I just want you to know that, above all:
I miss you.