I never realize I'm in the good old days until they're already gone — but taking my mom shopping is one of the rare moments I can feel it happening. I dread every second of it, and I know I'll miss it fosho later in my life.
If you choose to die for someone they should let you pick your poison. Being ransacked and dragged in mud for things you have no control over is the worst fucking feeling ever.
When I'm eastbound and down, and I can't help but cry
'Cause I-40 gets lonelier with every mile
I'll know that his mind wasn't ever gonna change
'Cause his heart still belongs to the Lone Star State
36 hours straight. Econometrics + Intermediate Micro exams. All prepared.
Just realised I am the big guns.
QB1, Clutch-minister, Prime Haider Imam’s 2nd in command.