my dad is on bussness trips all the time

and so on Monday he leaves again until next Friday when he returns. and on Saturdays we kinda hang out. but i think he believes that i am crazy, cause i keep telling him things on tumblr, and im laughing so hard about somethings, and he’s just like yeaah thats funnyy and does like a little sheldon laugh

me with an abundance of emotions:

and then there’s my father:

i dont care what people say, i just miss the little basterd that told me i wasnt good enough.