I look at this on my wardrobe every day, to remind myself that if a girl asks to smell my penis, it’s time to zip up and run.
(currently reading this: Juliet, Naked by Nick Hornby)
ps. is the text on this crooked or am I drunk?
Billy: What’s going on with you?
Claire: I don’t know. I guess I’m depressed. I don’t think it’s clinical, but… I just can’t seem to have a normal healthy relationship with another person.
Billy: Right. Get in line. Nobody has normal, healthy relationships. My theory, which is yet to be put into practice, is to pick someone slightly less crazy than you.
Claire: Yeah, society propagates this vision of people hooking up and staying together forever. In reality, how often does that actually happen?