And I hope life, will treat you kind
And I hope that you have all
That you ever dreamed of
Oh I do wish you joy
And I wish you happiness
But above all this
I wish you love
I love you
I will always love you
you throw your hair up into a messy bun as your mom yells ‘y/n! come downstairs! your new owner is here!” “my WHAT?” you exclaim. you race down the stairs and when you walk into the living room you see your new owner. Noah Kahan. your mom sold you to noah Kahan.
your boyfriends are not golden retrievers. they’re inconsiderate and too self-absorbed and emotionally unintelligent to be capable of considering you and your feelings.
me talking to absolutely no one but it really is healing when the only third wheeling i ever do is when my girlfriend and i hang out with my dog cus i become the spare human