It doesn’t have to be BIG. Just like little things make me smile. I’m not being selfish, I just mean it’s nice when someone actually makes an effort for you, and that you’re on their minds.
my friends always say, “I know you’re gonna post that on Tumblr.” My friend know me too well haha
SAME HERE !!! xD
I don’t remember. I don’t remember not having anything to worry about when going to bed, except for dreaming about that latest toy that I want. I don’t remember running around and having tagging people while laughing my head off. I don’t remember hiding inside a closet and trying my hardest not to laugh because they’re gonna catch me. I don’t remember shooting people with water guns and getting shot at. I don’t remember at all. I remember the moments, not the feeling. Is this what they call, growing up? Being mature? If it is, then it sucks. I don’t wanna stop being a kid. Or feeling like one.