#thiisss

There was an old oak door, which I swear had not been in the heavily-electrified volleyball nets before – or, no. No. No more euphemisms. No more talking around it. They were high voltage electric fences, fatal to any who touched them.

Like literally I've seen people sit and wait for him to fuck up just to shit on Louis and it makes me sad.

Goodnews: Dami mong perang naipon dahil sa allowance.

Se eu sinto falta do seu amor? Como posso sentir falta se ele nunca existiu, nem sei que cara ele teria, nem sei que cheiro ele teria. Não existiu morte para o que nunca nasceu.

Nada que você diga vai me fazer te amar menos.