Sometimes you end up never speaking to someone who meant the world to you again. And that’s okay. You cope and you survive. Don’t let your losses keep you back from new gains.
okay but imagine having a house right on the timezone boundary
"bedtime is 11!"
"KITCHEN 11 OR LIVING ROOM 11??"
"mom we’re gonna be late!"
"nah, it’s at bathroom 5 not bedroom 5"
"man I only got like 2 hours of sleep!"
"well I got 3, I rolled over the boundary in my sleep"
The best (and worst) part would be trying to figure out what time to watch tv
you broke my brain