treat me like a college textbook. spend lots of money on me but never touch or look at me
no. treat me like your favorite book. keep me by your side, touch my every page, learn all my twists and turns, remember every word I say, even the ones that make you cry
*4-second-long fart noise*
No. Treat me like your blog. Be ashamed of me and slightly disgusted by me and don’t tell anyone I exist, but also I’m probably your greatest achievement you piece of shit.