Anyone else ever had the experience of browsing through **** (or elsewhere in the internets), and suddenly you find yourself looking at a familiar bedspread/wall? Then you think, "Oh my god, is that my girlfriend's room!? Oh god, please don't be her with another guy....Oh god, please don't be me all over the internet..." ? Full on existential crisis mode engaged? That sigh of relief is almost unparalleled.
I'm going to have to custom paint her room, and I'm not letting her shop at Walmart anymore for blankets and sheets. Y'all are gonna give me a ******* heart attack.