Here’s a fun fact: Teddy Roosevelt’s wife and mother both died on Feb 14th. So while you complain about being alone, let’s remember who really was forever alone on this day.
How bout his journal entry for that day though?
If that doesn’t get you right in the feels, I don’t know what does.
I can’t even imagine the heartbreak he went through that day…
The ink is even smudged probably from him crying OH GOD MY HEART
“You’re the one starting shit!”
*Starts fight, gets layed out*
White girls fighting is so funny, lol, i can barely run in my bookbag, how she fight in hers?