*enters cute guy with camera*
Me:

*enters cute guy with camera*
Me:


Seeing that he likes the same films as you:

Seeing that he likes the same music as you:

Seeing that he lives on the other side of the country:

that you actually want a post to walk into because walking away is too painful.


Internet:

My brain:












And then he got off before me:










Suddenly the bus driver slams the breaks and I bump into this cute guy.

And he just smiles like:

And when I apologise I try to say “sorry” and “excuse me” at the same time. And now I have no idea what actually came out of my mouth.
