"text me when you get home so i know you’re safe" kinda people are the people i wanna be around
I have become this person
|15-year-old me:||MOM I'm practically an ADULT ugggh you never let me do ANYTHING in olden times i could get MARRIED *eye roll into another dimension*|
|me now:||for my birthday i want food and to stay on your health insurance|
why does food have to be either full of cancer producing chemicals, picked by a poor migrant worker, sold by an evil corporation bribing our politicians or like really expensive and inconvenient to buy
Bless this man
Can I just hug him?