my dad once threw a cheeseburger at the wall because mcdonalds made the order wrong
he mustard up the courage to ketchup to how he felt on the inside
how are you even a real person
im not. im actaully a shark making jokes on the internet
You don’t need to buy me expensive things or take me out to dinner every night or even every weekend. I don’t need the world or want the world. I want the little things. If you push my hair out of face or rub my back. Or if you randomly kiss my cheek. Or text me randomly saying you miss me. Or if you make a tweet about me or post a picture of us on instagram. Then that’s all I care about. I want the little things. I care way more about that, than anything else.