Imagine how awkward apartment hunting with Bruce Wayne would be.
You: okay, it's a great place. I'm going to present an offer of (10% below asking price)
Real estate agent: *slowly looks between you and your "friend with experience in real estate", who is very obviously the Prince of Gotham, Bruce Wayne himself*
You: can I get the paperwork ..?
Real estate agent: so that's (10% below asking price), right
You: yes
Bruce: *breathes in*
You: you don't have to do that
Bruce: I kind of do, though
You: at least let me buy lunch
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the problem with being a trendsetter is that you have to keep innovating to stay original
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still riding the high of the gender euphoria from the other day when my friend was talking about home repairs she needed to do and i offered to take a look if she gets stuck and she was like "yeah, i'll let you know if i need another butch on the case" :)
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I really just wish I could dial back in time to August, to the day when he sent a friend request to me, and simply deny it. I was fully coped with harsh reality and ready to move on, I finally disconnected and recovered. Why did I have to accept it? It was that time when he managed to open a wound that took such a long time to heal, only to leave it open. Just.. why the hell I had to hear him out? Why can't I take that decision back?
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