it's always "wyd" and never "You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you".

Reading is all fun and games until you come across the scene where the protagonists die without ever getting the chance to be together

bitches be like "he's just a silly little guy" and it's the guy who's haunted by the heartbeat of the neighbour stashed under the floorboards of his house

a relationship should be 50/50. they paint my portrait that'll rot for my sins while I sit pretty and do crimes

"my child is completely fine" YOUR CHILD HAS AN UNHEALTHY OBSESSION WITH THAT ONE GODDAMN HAND-FLEX SCENE