please stop

When Miley Cyrus made the lyrics for “We Can’t Stop,” I wonder if she was like, “Mm. Yeah. Yeah, this is good. What rhymes with party? La da di da di. Of course. What do I do at the club? Shake my butt like I’m at a strip club. Yes. Wait in line for the bathroom. Yes. If we run things…then things don’t run we. YES.”



Good: Letting me sleep in or gently kissing me on the forehead before you go.

Mediocre: Coming over to my side of the bed and whispering goodbye before you go.

Bad: Attempting to lift and turn my head using my hair bun when I’m laying on my stomach and turned away from you. And then sweetly saying goodbye.