I have a very big crush on u but sadly I am only a little bug and u are a garden
that was adorable and heart breaking
when you wake up in the middle of the night thirsty as shit then go get some water and it tastes like jesus himself came down from heaven to cry wonderful distilled tears of joy into your cup
maybe i’m a goddamn bleeding heart hippie liberal but i’m totally down with paying an extra .50 cents for a thing of fries if the person who makes me those fries doesn’t have to work 3 jobs just to survive.
it’s gotten to the point where i cant even call what im doing “procrastinating” anymore, i should just be calling it “jeopardizing my future”