May 2012
31 posts
Every time there’s a spontaneous knock on my door i think it’s you bringing me a huge tub of cookie dough and a movie for us to watch and that we’ll talk through the whole movie and eat the whole tub of cookie dough and laugh and be best friends and everything will be okay again and everything will go back to the way it was before but it just ends up being the UPS guy at my door with a package or someone who wants to talk to me about god and i end up disappointed
