Is she sick? I saw a post of hers seems like she wants to be alone. it's dramatic tho acting like she's dying trying to get pity.
I wronged her and she wants her space. As for the pity, and trust me on this, she doest care for petty things like that. Dont meddle in what doesnt pertain to you, it isnt wise.
“Nothing before you counts,” he said. “And I can’t even imagine an after.”
She shook her head. “Don’t.”
"Don’t talk about after."
"I just meant that… I want to be the last person who ever kisses you, too…. That sounds bad, like a death threat or something. What I’m trying to say is, you’re it. This is it for me.”
I’m not giving up
I know what I want, and nothing can stop me from attaining it, and by God, I’m going to get it.
But like.. why. What if my stupid ass wants to run to Wawa for a milkshake, and I take the black key hoping to limit my gas usage and to provide for an optimum power level for drinking a milkshake whilst driving. But then some random Philly car shit goes down and there are half naked bitches everywhere in bikinis and a bunch of high horsepower Supras and GTRs start shredding down the street, and Vin Diesel comes out and starts jerking off and there are crowds of people waiting on me to make an epic milkshake-splattering burnout through the parking lot, but I took the fucking faggot ass black key today.
i’m fucking slumped over my chair crying
"You’d lose your mind trying to understand mine"
"Men aren’t stupid, and you don’t need a complicated set of rules to find a good one who loves you. Here’s the only rule you need: if a man loves you, he will do anything he can to keep you around. Anything."