used to hide under the covers with a flashlight reading way past bedtime. mom would knock and i'd freeze like she had x-ray vision or something. now i just scroll til 4am with zero guilt. childhood really was about the thrill of tiny rebellions huh
used to hide under the covers with a flashlight reading way past bedtime. mom would knock and i'd freeze like she had x-ray vision or something. now i just scroll til 4am with zero guilt. childhood really was about the thrill of tiny rebellions huh