*whispering* i like going for a drive and running my fingers through your hair
bus driver: well, i do not
me: *pays a stranger from the computerwebs to come drive me somewhere*
my mom: WHAT THE HELL!
my dad: in the end. i hope people don’t even notice i was here
me: i hate camping too
sky writing doesn’t always have to be positive, come on people
broke my arm doing a trust fall during a team building zoom meeting
*neighbors putting mountain bikes on the car*
you guys headed down to the pawnshop?
i wear a mask when i sleep, because who knows who’s going to come into an Arby’s bathroom this close to the highway
ate a tomato sandwich on the porch and watched some kids kick a can, if anyone wants anything from 1935
we stopped at three kids. our cable spool dining table only seats five comfortably
found this sweet little abandoned chocolate lab at the park today