so true…
when i was little i used to legitimately cry over a goofy movie because max was so mean to his dad like the part where he throws th possum hat out and its raining wow i cant even talk about this right now
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
