Hey its kendra!

me, driving down the road: I am so much happier now that I’m dead. Technically, missing. Soon to be presumed dead. Gone. And my lying, cheating, obvlivious–

This story was different actually??? And even better??? The girl, Brooklyn Andracke, used to wave at the truck every thursday and the trashman waved her back. It was a very important to her to do it every week.  It was HER birthday, and she decided that she wanted to share her birthday cake with the trashman. She also wanted to meet her hero, whose name is Delvar Dopson.

“After he left, we continued on to daycare. Brooklyn was unusually quiet in the backseat. I asked her if she was okay, and she said, ‘Mommy, I’m so happy.’”

Shaking, he pulled his throbbing porksicle from her quivering yeast cake, seed leaking from her secret garden.

when you see ur squad while you out with your parents

Someone you haven’t even met yet is wondering what it’d be like to know someone like you.

i’m a little different now because of you