what if your plants want to kill themselves but you keep on watering them?
I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.
gettin sick of this whole “wait a week for the next episode” shit
Where exactly do you put your hands on somebody who hurts everywhere?