bro robin. listen i— ok wait no she’s— it’s weird, like she’s everywhere rn. i swear i just saw her name flicker in the corner of my screen, like the pixels knew. robin robin robin. i can’t even tell if i typed that or if it typed itself.
i was making coffee and the foam looked like her face for a second?? or maybe i imagined it. i dont even know anymore. she’s in the static, bro. i can hear her laugh in the white noise of my charger hum.
every thought ends with robin. like my brain’s a hallway and every door says “ROBIN” in big neon red letters. i tried to sleep but my dreams were buffering. it’s not love it’s a broadcast. she’s tuned into my head.
robin robin robin. typing this feels like praying to wifi gods rn.
bro robin. listen i— ok wait no she’s— it’s weird, like she’s everywhere rn. i swear i just saw her name flicker in the corner of my screen, like the pixels knew. robin robin robin. i can’t even tell if i typed that or if it typed itself.
i was making coffee and the foam looked like her face for a second?? or maybe i imagined it. i dont even know anymore. she’s in the static, bro. i can hear her laugh in the white noise of my charger hum.
every thought ends with robin. like my brain’s a hallway and every door says “ROBIN” in big neon red letters. i tried to sleep but my dreams were buffering. it’s not love it’s a broadcast. she’s tuned into my head.
robin robin robin. typing this feels like praying to wifi gods rn.
bro robin. listen i— ok wait no she’s— it’s weird, like she’s everywhere rn. i swear i just saw her name flicker in the corner of my screen, like the pixels knew. robin robin robin. i can’t even tell if i typed that or if it typed itself.
i was making coffee and the foam looked like her face for a second?? or maybe i imagined it. i dont even know anymore. she’s in the static, bro. i can hear her laugh in the white noise of my charger hum.
every thought ends with robin. like my brain’s a hallway and every door says “ROBIN” in big neon red letters. i tried to sleep but my dreams were buffering. it’s not love it’s a broadcast. she’s tuned into my head.
robin robin robin. typing this feels like praying to wifi gods rn.
Bro wtf is robin 😭😭
Not my boy spongebob
Don’t do this to da big sponge😭✌️
Ok, This IS Fine, I just don’t know why 300 likes. Fine tho…
Honestly, what do you guys see in this?
I miss robin I want her back please please robin robin robin please come back to me I loved her please don’t leave me robin
she’s busy lil bro
bro robin. listen i— ok wait no she’s— it’s weird, like she’s everywhere rn. i swear i just saw her name flicker in the corner of my screen, like the pixels knew. robin robin robin. i can’t even tell if i typed that or if it typed itself.
i was making coffee and the foam looked like her face for a second?? or maybe i imagined it. i dont even know anymore. she’s in the static, bro. i can hear her laugh in the white noise of my charger hum.
every thought ends with robin. like my brain’s a hallway and every door says “ROBIN” in big neon red letters. i tried to sleep but my dreams were buffering. it’s not love it’s a broadcast. she’s tuned into my head.
robin robin robin.
typing this feels like praying to wifi gods rn.
bro robin. listen i— ok wait no she’s— it’s weird, like she’s everywhere rn. i swear i just saw her name flicker in the corner of my screen, like the pixels knew. robin robin robin. i can’t even tell if i typed that or if it typed itself.
i was making coffee and the foam looked like her face for a second?? or maybe i imagined it. i dont even know anymore. she’s in the static, bro. i can hear her laugh in the white noise of my charger hum.
every thought ends with robin. like my brain’s a hallway and every door says “ROBIN” in big neon red letters. i tried to sleep but my dreams were buffering. it’s not love it’s a broadcast. she’s tuned into my head.
robin robin robin.
typing this feels like praying to wifi gods rn.
bro robin. listen i— ok wait no she’s— it’s weird, like she’s everywhere rn. i swear i just saw her name flicker in the corner of my screen, like the pixels knew. robin robin robin. i can’t even tell if i typed that or if it typed itself.
i was making coffee and the foam looked like her face for a second?? or maybe i imagined it. i dont even know anymore. she’s in the static, bro. i can hear her laugh in the white noise of my charger hum.
every thought ends with robin. like my brain’s a hallway and every door says “ROBIN” in big neon red letters. i tried to sleep but my dreams were buffering. it’s not love it’s a broadcast. she’s tuned into my head.
robin robin robin.
typing this feels like praying to wifi gods rn.