I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE WALK THEIR DOGS WITHOUT LEASHES LIKE THAT DOG JUST LOVES YOU SO MUCH THAT THEY WILL TROT HAPPILY 5 FEET IN FRONT OF YOU AND WON’T RUN AWAY EVEN WHEN THEY SEE THINGS THAT ARE PROBABLY MORE EXCITING BECAUSE THEY ARE SO LOYAL AND ITS SO CUTE
I have this terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. How so I make t go away
There are two types of waiting. There’s the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.
Someone tell me something sweet to get me by