it’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not 2 in the morning when you’re lonely.
every time i ask my dad what we’re having for dinner he says a can of whoop ass. its been days. we’re so hungry.
I just want to be a wife and mom. Is that so wrong?
We’ve officially reached that annoying time of year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday you die from a heatstroke.