Mrs. Sommers

I can’t make pasta any more without mumbling to myself, “wet the drys… then dry the wets…”

Everyday is like. Endure Emotions and Complete Tasks. Can I die

can’t stop smiling in inappropriate situations

forgive me father for i have grinned

don't argue w me unless ur tryna fuck

im at my nastiest when i feel wanted

You’re a dangerous person if you go through things alone and come back better

And I still hope that one day I'll get that drunk text from you telling me how much you miss me. Not because I miss you, but because I hope you regret that it ended the way it did.

I hope one day you regret that it ended the way it did.

No I'm not really overprotective, but if you touch her I'll end your bloodline

i be so in love with the fake scenarios i create in my head

u want me but aren’t possessive over me? sounds like a lie