so my dad and i went out to eat and as we were waiting for the elevator
my dad had a small conversation with the person in the box beforehand
DAD YOU LET MY HUSBAND GO???!?? WE WERE GOING ON THE SAME FLOOR
Reblog this and I’ll send you a cute ask
We should make cookies tinted red with human blood and call them Hanibbles.
Dear John: “you paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain”
Paper Doll: “someone’s gonna paint you another sky.”