I love my grandfather to death, but he doesn’t know when to stop.
I can’t wait to live on my own, move to Boston, go to Red Sox games, and have a fantastic time
I should probably write a scholarship essay but I think it can wait one more day
While driving from Florida to Connecticut I heard “Clarity” and then “I love it” back to back. I was jamming out and my grandparents were silently judging me and hating it.
I DON’T CARE, I LOVE IT
Hey you, yeah you, why don’t you grow a pair and maybe not hide away and regret it.
Just a suggestion.
You ask to hang out yet you make me responsible for the plans.
And I’m the cheap friend, I’m sorry if my ideas are lame. I don’t want to shell out over 20 dollars in one day to entertain you every week.