I miss how boys
Wouldn’t like you based
on the size of your body,
But... instead of how fast you could run and how nice you were to their friends.
I miss when cussing, drinking and smoking was weird and not cool...
I miss when getting a high
streak on snap wasn’t a chore
I miss when our parents would support our choices, and would actually understand us.
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 4:46 PM UTC
I miss how boys
Wouldn’t like you based
on the size of your body,
But... instead of how fast you could run and how nice you were to their friends.
I miss when cussing, drinking and smoking was weird and not cool...
I miss when getting a high
streak on snap wasn’t a chore
I miss when our parents would support our choices, and would actually understand us.
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