The Fault In Our Sombreros.
Nacho average love story.
it’s spelled olé not olay you illiterate fuck this ain’t the fault in our lotions
When I’m telling a story and a friend interrupts:
"for every hour you spend in class, you should be spending three hours studying" how bout i take a nap instead
"We looked at each other a little too long to be ‘just friends’."
"You only missed my voice
when nobody else called you."
"Every morning, we get a chance to be different. A chance to change. A chance to be better. Your past is your past. Leave it there. Get on with the future part."
"I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations."