if you want to kill someone stab them with an icicle because the icicle will melt and then there will be no murder weapon
Brb….
how do I feel?
you know when you’re walking with two people on the sidewalk and those two start to kinda push you off the sidewalk because you’re not the one either of them wants to talk to and there’s no room for you?
that’s how I feel.
all the time.
