Anyone who has spent five seconds around me ever:
yes, you love Stevie Nicks, we know, you love Stevie Nicks so much, she's the light of your life, you love her so much, you just love Stevie, we KNOW, you love Stevie you fucking love Stevie, ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE STEVIE NICKS. WE GET IT.
“I’m almost here!” you wrote.
“I don’t want to go home” you said.
“Yes, I would love to!” you shouted.
“Wouldn’t it be cool if we wrote a book?” you mumbled.
“I have a crazy idea!” you shouted.
“We need to go to other countries with this, there’s so many that want to see us.”
“Isn’t it about time now?” you asked.
“Yes, a million times yes!” you laughed.
“Look at her paws, our little doggo.” you squealed.
“It’s your turn, I changed the diaper yesterday.” you whined.
“This was the most fun I’ve ever had.” you said.
“I love you, spork.” you closed your eyes.
“I love you too, trash can” I cried.