The corn flakes toppled over and spilled everywhere. I sighed, dragged the trashcan over and started spooning handfuls off the floor and counter. I heard him coming down the stairs and my heart sank. His footsteps entered the room behind me “babe, you are so” stupid, I winced “amazing.” He strode toward me and pulled me into a kiss. “Thank you for making me breakfast”
I love you
i still can’t believe americans don’t call car parks
car parks wtf
is that where you bring your car on weekends so it can play with other cars
NO IT’S WHERE YOU PARK YOUR FUCKING CAR
Almost like an area of land, a lot if you will, for parking cars. A parking lot.
hearing a really good song for the first time