Kaeleigh Eleanor. Not sure what to type here so I'm going to stop now
you know what’s fucked up?
that you can be without someone for six months, a year, five years and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes there will always be that moment where you see a photo of them or catch a little of their cologne on a crowed street and suddenly you’re plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question, “what did i do wrong?”
a strip club but instead of naked women its cute dogs that you give dog treats to for them to do tricks