Summer is coming.
Finally, a summer post I can understand.
Stare at the hypnosis for at least 30 seconds then look at the woods.
This was like drugs, without the drugs.
Learn to spell before you have a baby. Please. Be able to help your child with homework. Don’t be a idiot 18 year old. Please. That’s all I ask, and even that’s hard for you.
Do you love it or do you love it? My new wall collage.
So we grew up believing no one would ever fall in love with us…
That we’d be lonely…forever.
That we’d never meet someone to make us feel like the sun was something that they built for us in their toolshed.