Yall ever fantasize abt someone you like finding out about ur SH and they're super understanding and they're so sorry you've been suffering for so long and you didn't deserve any of it and and and
you and your f/o do self care sundays. you like running your hands through their hair with rosemary oil and they like caressing your face putting a face mask on you. and if you end up making out so much you have to reapply it another three times, well. that's nobody elses business.
will never not be jealous of people who live in big countries. england is so tiny no matter where i move away, i'll never be more than a 12 hour drive from my mum
love scrolling through indeed and finding jobs, and then using that salary to find apartments on zillow and cars on cars.com in my dream city. like i love imagining a life for myself
The urge to run away is becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.
you guys don't have all the facts. bobby would never die before he can walk buck down the aisle. so. there's that.
I told you the pills would help, didn’t I? You trusted me, and now look at you—shaking, sweating, barely coherent.
‘It’s okay,’ I whisper, stroking your hair as you collapse into my arms. ‘You don’t need to think. I’ll do that for you. Just let me take care of everything.’
And you will. You’ll let me control every aspect of your life until you can’t imagine living without me. Exactly as it should be.
you don’t know me, but i know everything about you. every interview, every movie, every tv show... everything. and one day, you’ll see me.