Heaven

If anyone ever asks me to define love, I’m just going to show them this

Please don't get tired of me.

It happens every time. People lose interest in me. They get tired of me. Suddenly, they don’t bother hitting me up anymore. The conversations become shorter. They forget about me and I just become a distant memory. I wonder if it’s my fault sometimes. But then I realize that people never stay in my life. And there’s nothing I can do about it.

Reblog if you love your Muse to death

yeah different as in a 33 year old woman trapped in a little girls body who lived in a mental institution and killed her whole old family and killed a nun and tried to seduce her adoptive father and then when he rejects her she kills him yah thats pretty different