Spring is here.
Which means it’s time for my annual ritual of mourning all of the cute dresses I will never get to wear because my boobs are too big to go bra-less.
Imagine Person A singing “You are my sunshine” as Person B slowly dies in their arms
what THE FUCK
I DIDN’T FUCKING NEED THAT RIGHT NOW
imagine if person b sung it to comfort person a
YOU’RE NOT HELPING.