Goodnight dumplings. Sleep well!

Yeah, I’m happy for you.

But it still fucking hurts. :/

"We gladly feast on those who would subdue us."

“We run a mile before breakfast. Sure, I had a salad for lunch. But a Miller 64 at dinner? Oh yes ‘cause I’ve worked on my punch. ‘Cause we live a life of balance, and no one can say that we’re wrong. So here’s to good Miller who cut out the filler and made a beer worthy of song. To Miller 64, to Miller 64. To love, sweat and beers and well-deserved cheers. To Miller 64.”

Why is this stuck in my head? -___-

Dear Future Girlfriend*

notestomyfuturegirlfriend:

How did I ever get so lucky?

Love,

Me