You are my root beer,
My darling root beer,
You make me happy,
When skies are gray,
You’ll never now dear,
How much I love you,
Please don’t take my root beer away.
*follows dreams* *dreams dont follow back* *unfollows dreams*
Sometimes when I say “I’m okay”, what I really want is for someone to hold my hand, look me in the eyes and say “I know that you’re not okay, here is $1000.00”.
Families that don’t play monopoly together, stay together