Why can’t I stay home, read my favourite novel, get enough sleep, sunbathe poolside while having a nice shaken margarita? Why does it always have to be some ghetto nonsense that I must get up to?
You meet someone at 12 years old, you watch their career grow, and they become famous and a massive part of pop culture… that is the gift.
But to receive something from their rise to fame is indescribable. I’m at a loss for words.
Thank you, Millie Bobby Brown! It’s been an honor to watch your career so far, and this is only the beginning.
I feel like i spent majority of my time this year washing dishes. Why is there always dirty dishes to be washed? Where are these dishes even coming from. Im so tired!