I don’t think parents understand that the point of summer is to literally do nothing until you get so bored of doing nothing that you want to go back to school
There comes a point where you just go, ‘Ultimately, I don’t really give a fuck any more
I just hope that one day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it.
being put in charge of small children like
"tea is just leaf water!" "yeah well coffee is just bean water!" wow, it’s. it’s like everything is made of things. this door is just wood rectangle. this poster is just ink paper. this lemonade is just lemon water. wow, it’s like you can combine ingredients to make things that are more enjoyable than the initial parts of the equation. sure is a magical world we live in