My fatal flaw is how much I daydream about being in one of those crews that disappeared during the early Arctic explorations and had to travel hundreds of miles on foot across the pack ice only to never be seen or heard from again
The world sucks so much more when you can no longer just call your mom up anytime you have a problem to get advice on it, how am I supposed to make decisions without her input?? It’s whack and I hate it
Now I lay me down to sleep. Now I get me up to wake. Now I walk me down these stairs to the door. That's what you sound like. What are you even saying?