do u ever just make scenarios in your head that will never happen but makes you so happy so you just keep on imagining them
Also I was majorly convinced for like five seconds there that his name was “Please”
the way my head works is that i’m only ever going to get ‘better’ if first i get really fucking ill again
bc otherwise i’m not allowed to.
i ain’t sayin’ she a gold-digger, but she did move west to california in 1849