*Me looking at my crush*
Heart: go tell her! Tell her in this flora of life, you’re a passionate bee, she’s the brightest flower and hers is the sweetest nectar.
Mind: don’t listen to him. What’re you trying to do? Fucking pollinate??
Heart: okay! Fine! Tell her your love for her is like the UV rays, always present but never in visible spectrum.
Mind: yeah tell her you give her blisters and fucking cancer on direct contact.
Me: shut up both of you! I’m gonna do what I’ve always been planning to do. Mind my own business.