☥your life matters☥

max: how could it get any worse than this

*the dark room and its horrors are found*

max: how could it get any worse than THIS

*rachel amber’s body is discovered*

max: HOW COULD IT GET ANY WO

mr. jefferson:

rose: responds with a thank you every week, which often turns into jade and her exchanging cute animal pictures for like an hour. she quietly references the meme to herself sometimes. “your finals will begin on tuesday,” her professor begins. “no problem.” rose mumbles to herself, and immediately glances around to ensure no one heard.

If I could begin to be, Half of what you think of me, I could do about anything, I could even learn how to love.

When I see the way you act, Wondering when I’m coming back, I could do about anything, I could even learn how to love like you. 

Love like you.

I always thought I might be bad, Now I’m sure that it’s true, ‘cause I think you’re so good, And I’m nothing like you.