This might be a stupid question but it’s real in my head. When people are queuing up for a concert and they bring chairs and stuff…where do they put them when the doors open!?!?!
I just wrote my best friend a hopeless love letter. He goes to college in a different state than I live in and I AM SO SCARED TO SEND THIS LETTER. He has no idea that I like him.
I shouldn’t have fucked with your mind and your life too many times.
- Ed Sheeran, Everything You Are