Judebert

the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.

My dad sent a photo of our childhood home. It was unrecognizable. The front porch was gone. Flowers instead of roses. Red brick painted white. But the tree line behind the house? Immediately recognized. The house can change a thousand times but those trees will always be seen as home.

having a headache while hydrated is so unfair. you were supposed to protect me.

(getting a taste of my own medicine) actually this is okay. Is this what you guys have bene whining about? Jesus christ

no offense but you guys need to learn the difference between someone implying their experience is universal and a post simply just not being about you

OH MY GOD THIS IS TOO MUCH AAAAAAAAAAA