I really liked last episode of The Biggest Loser. Barely no drama! This episode was definitely more inspirational.
wake up: exhausted
12 pm: exhausted
3 pm: fucking exhausted
5 pm: really fucking exhausted
7 pm: about to pass out
bed time: the energy of 5 million condensed suns
We met in 1990, when we were both ten. Your dad was a firefighter and you were in trouble one day, as usual. Your dad made you go to work with him. That was the day the fire started in my house. At 11:13 PM, the fire alarm went off. I knew that I needed to duck. I knew I needed put my hand on the door to see if it was hot so I would know where the fire was. The door was hot, and I was trapped....
It’s silly, wanting things. I want someone to go to bed thinking of me. To wake and send me a good morning text just because he knows it will brighten my day. I want sweet dreams texts too, and conversations that end with “You hang up…no you hang up” because we are so enthralled with the rhythmic measure of each other’s voice it’s hard to say goodbye, even if it is just temporary. I want roses on...
dontlook-down23: hotbabysitter: Well… happy birthday Megan. The kid with the sombrero on is just enjoying cake like HAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHHA OMG! LOOOOL