THEYRE STILL FRIENDS
A number one dad, ten out of ten, Dad of the year, gettin laid all year this year, best dad ever, you did it.
But why didn’t the girl just move??
I’m playing with fire and I know but I can’t stop..
i literally want to befriend simon and give him the biggest longest cuddle ever in life until he’s okay like my poor sweet baby ):
it’s an NLT kind of night
when u put on a song u like at a party that no one knows
"A girl at work asked me if ‘cutting the rug’ was the same as ‘carpet munching.’"
I’m scared that people would lie to me or are lying to me. Compliments like “you’re so pretty” or “I love you” make me uncomfortable because I always think these are just made up things to make me feel better or because people feel obliged to tell me that for whatever reason.