Tumblr as a baby
a rebellious teen
awkward puberty stage
and now, as a mature adult
do u have some of those friends where u cant even remember how u became friends u just suddenly were friends
if we skyping best believe im looking at myself in that lil window not u
i’ve never seen something so accurate
rich people be like “oh my shoe untied, I’ll buy a new one”
me: what’s for dinner?
her: *spreads her legs*
so, did you not cook or ….. cause popeyes closes at 10 and i need to leave now if i’m gon make it.
Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.