And no-one cares if your back is bleeding.
They’re concerned with their hair receding.
Sorry I haven’t been great at responding to messages very well the past couple days, I swear I’ll get to them soon.
“If you have chemistry you only need one thing. Timing. And Timing’s a bitch.”
This so fucking much.
Please don’t touch me, I’ve come to far to let you bring me down
He’s thinks that I’m easy but try as you might you can’t have me now
These tedious dances we run through but I’ve memorized them now
I quietly melt down and consent to you if only just to bawl.
I hope this isn’t me.
I really hope.
What about them?