I JUST SAW A GUY AT WALMART AND HE LOOKED LIKE MORGAN FREEMAN AND HE CAUGHT ME LOOKING AT HIM AND HE POINTED AT ME AND SAID “IM NOT MORGAN FREEMAN”
realizing you were alive before some of your friends even existed
They’re called eyebrows cause my eyes be browsing yo fine ass
can you imagine how fucking relieved the french must have been when we reached the year 2000?
they went from having to say “mille neuf cents quatre-vingt-neuf” to just having to say “deux mille” to say the year
Books have a way of making you homesick for a place you have never been.