"Can you watch my kid?" The kid:

I love the sudden realization that I don't have to put up with a single thing I don't like.

when you open the oven and that heat wave hits you

me every morning wishing I went to bed earlier the night before

Me: She's crazy bro. I'm done with her Her: come over Me:

being ugly really will ruin your life

My love language is remembering the small things you mentioned once

i miss the version of me that didn't overthink everything.

y'all ruin the calmest people and call them crazy when they react

i keep rewriting the same conversation in my head the one where i finally say everything and they finally understand

did my best for the wrong person.

Mbappe my dawg

I can literally sit and think myself into a bad mood

I feel more than I say, and I care more than I show

and always remember: You're not all that

I wonder how old I'll be when I stop assuming every other adult is older than me

i just want someone to choose me without me having to convince them to

who actually stayed when you were at your lowest?

she wants to be loved, not played