It’s nights like these I miss the hell out of my friends & crave the old days of fires causing mischief & not having to worry about a thing but being young & making sure we had a legit excuse to give our parents when we weren’t actually doing/at - what/where - we said.
Whoever had this rental car before me has great taste in cologne... Every time I put my seatbelt on I get a whiff & it smells fucking geewwddd. A+ my friend
Young children don’t care about differences of nationality, faith or race. So long as their companions smile, they play together happily. It seems it’s only as we grow up, in the course of education, that focussing on secondary differences between people creates trouble.
So I had my alumni soccer game Sat. Right... dad didn’t show up to mine, but did my older bros. So I jokingly said “I see who the favorite is” ... last night I come home to a box fan (the humming helps me sleep) I mean... who’s the fav now betch... jk I’m def not. But FREEBOXFAN
A friend supports you, roots for you, & shows you they want you around. Even if it’s from afar. They don’t talk shit & make you feel undermined. Energy is real. I don’t need the wishy washy shit. I’m almost 27.. I’m not playing the childish games.
Dawson has said my name a few times now, but not enough to where it’s gotten old (not that it EVER will).. So mom was just FaceTimeing my bro & I walked by & Dawson said “kessie” 😭😭 k someone pick up all the pieces to my heart cause this kid kills me. ❤️