I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: “You’ve got mail.” I hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets of New York. Just the beat of my own heart. I have mail… from you.
I’M CRYING ARE YOU CRYING
I wonder if anyone has ever eaten kale without broadcasting it to the fucking entire internet
There was only one night game a year. On the 4th of July the whole sky would brighten up with fireworks, giving us just enough light for a game.
The 4th of July will always be the most nostalgic holiday of the year.