Tonight I found out a girl I work with is reversed. Like internally. Like her heart is on the right side of her chest.

I’m sitting here trying to imagine a heartbeat on the right instead of the left and it’s bizarre. And then the Pledge of Allegiance?? She’s already pretty loony but that’s funny.

I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.

(Source: s4rcoline)