Not Every Day Is A Good Day.

I still think about you, by the way.

How could I not? We grew up together. You can see in our cadence, in our mannerisms. We are permanently intertwined to an extent, whether we we'd like to be or not. You shaped me, and I shaped you.

My father still talks about you too. We were products of our environment. And it was not fair to us. I hope you know that. How they spoke to and about us affected us in ways intangible.

I hope you are well, wherever you may be. I think I will always love you, in my own way.

Driving according to my hometown:

Things we stop at: green lights

Things we don’t stop at: stop signs

Katy Perry went to space, and we can't make QUIET leaf blowers? This is outrageous

Do y'all know that song that's like the Sophia the First theme but also a little bit like the bridge from Love Shack (B-52s) and also like the Fairly Odd Parents theme? Asking for a friend

I’ll never forget the time I was in the car with my now wife when we were freshmen in college and she was playing “Amen” by Amber Run and, with tears in her eyes, asked me if I’d ever heard it. And I, equally somber, said “yeah in a Warrior Cats PMV.”

@ofthequeenbee

Remember, if a girl in staring at you in public and you think she's judging you, maybe she just thinks you're pretty <3

Wait. You mean to tell me they named a animal "pee cock?" 🤨

I wish you knew how much I love you.

I can feel it getting duller, drawing it's last breaths. It's okay; it's natural. It's absolutely bittersweet.

I miss you, my dear. I miss how you made me feel. I hope you know that I will always love you. And I am so, so proud of you.

Girlhood is turning your cellular hotspot on in the Taco Bell parking lot so your friend can order the Taco Bell Cheez-it Box