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“You lay so much as a fingertip on me, and you’ll be carrying two severed balls into the emergency room.”
Who, aside from cat ladies and yoga fanatics, drinks chamomile tea?”
Me LOL
These days, I try to document as many moments as I can, because I’ve come to learn that the mind is not a reliable enough storyteller of the past. Its memories are an ever-changing landscape that moves and slides with time. Like a viscous liquid that can be poured into any shape.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Literally lol poor kid…i already adore him
Sometimes, the head gets bored, so it thinks up its own stories to keep itself entertained.
The fact is, I don’t know what I want. Like I’m rummaging through life’s big pantry, trying to decide what tastes good. My heart is starving for something I’ve never had before, but the ache in my chest feels masochistically good.
having to mourn the end of something that was never there to begin with. Like cutting open a dry vein with no fear of bleeding out.
Unless, perhaps, her thing was reading nonfiction. Gross.
Facts
Everything is ten times more annoying when you’re sober.
Yes, just yes…
“My name is Thierry James. Bergeron is my mother’s name. My father is Russ James.”
I see this the moment the MMC was introduced, so no crazy surprise
How quickly the days of innocent fun faded to a pitch blackness that I’ve been blindly navigating ever since.
“Boudreaux. Joelle and Hal Boudreaux.”
Holy shit
Si seulement. If only.
“You decide. And wherever you go, I shall follow like a wayward lamb trailing the big bad wolf.” “That sounds awfully dangerous for the lamb.”
This reminded me of twilight lmaoooo
