the “text me when you get home so i know you’re safe” kind of people are the kind of people i wanna be around
If he tells me I’m pretty and buys me ice cream…he has to like me at least a little, right?
I’m going to start planning my layovers exclusively at airports with Smokers Lounges.
Only 2 hours left on the beach and then it’s back to Real Life. Real Life blows monkey chunks.