The feeling my husband has when I send him to Starbucks alone is the same feeling I have when he sends me to the Faraway meat counter alone. Just read the text and hope it makes sense to the people taking the order.
My whole life I thought the lyrics to Closer by @TheChainsmokers were “that I know you can’t afford, like that tattoo on your shoulder” but it is in fact “bite that tattoo on your shoulder”. I feel like my whole life is a lie.