sometimes it physically pains me to hold back my sarcastic comments
i really need a day between saturday and sunday
Those moments where you desperately want to say something but your mind just
some flowers just arrived for my sister but my mom thought they were for me.
and so she asked if they were from henry and of course i asked what the hell she was talking about
and she was like “henry, the boy you’re always talking about.”
she meant henry david thoreau.
i quote henry david thoreau so much my mom thought henry david thoreau was my boyfriend