Precal, Postbore.

PS- BFF = 17.

Because we chill on rooftops, and sleep on trampolines.
Because you are addicted to Panera and Diet Coke and Sweet tea.
Because you will visit me at college even if it's cold.

Because we turn math projects into lessons about presidental assassinations.
Because, hell, you are Baptist and I say whatever the fuck I want in front of you.
Because your hiccups sound like tiny animals being strangled.
But mostly, because you call 'em like you see 'em, and you're not afraid.
abrazos, chica.