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“And…what do I have to do?” This smile is the worst of all because it’s the most genuine. “You’ll do whatever I ask. Come tomorrow evening—and bring that tool bag with you.”
I love how intent she is on appearing strong and composed, while it’s obvious she’s completely fucked up inside. Takes one to know one, baby.
That’s what blocking someone is—it’s erasing their face, their voice, out of your life like they’re dead.
That’s what’s beautiful and tragic about human beings—for better or for worse, not a single one can be replaced.
carrying out our extra-large pepperoni, jalapeño, bacon, and pineapple pizza.
I don’t want to hear a fucking thing about the pineapple ‘cause spicy and sweet were meant to be together.
Why do we admit the truth even though it fucking hurts? Because that’s the way it won’t kill us anymore. It is painful to admit hard truths. But it’s incredibly healing to be forgiven and loved in spite of them.
