aaaaand my favorite glasses just broke. cool. if you need me I’ll be cryin into a jar of peanutbutter while wearing bulky, heavy, frames.
they sat so perfect on my nose, and they were super light-weight, and they were just the right size, and I will never have another pair of glasses that suits my face as well as they did. I’m going through old pictures of us together, in the good old days. I’m sorry I didn’t appreciate you the way I should have. I’m sorry I left you on the ground sometimes. I’m sorry that I didn’t love you right.