Love is also when she gives you hot chocolate and an ice pack for your ass after you come back from said class and tell her you fell down the stairs in front of the building (I'm fine).
I love my mommy.
I can't trust my father to do anything for me anymore. This was something really important and he screwed it up. I just want to cry right now.
I keep getting emails from this company that's trying to put together an alumni directory for my high school. They want to "verify information" with…
I've wanted a Kira for so long, please, PTB, let her be mine?