I am 24 years old, and I just finished reading “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone” for the very first time.
I always think I’m going to spontaneously combust on airplane trips. Oh man, how unfortunate would that be? I’d be a dead and a suspected terrorist when really my insides were just took excited about the prospect of defying gravity.
sometimes I start thinking about gross ailments and I look them up on google images and then I gag and try to forget the atrocities that just burned my retinas.