“ in better terms. It’s like two people on a motorcycle, but there’s only one helmet, you know what you’re doing is dangerous but you try to enjoy the ride anyway. However, someone always ends up getting fucked up. It’s hard not to let it happen, sometimes it’s out of your control. But it doesn’t change the fact that it’s not okay and that it hurts like hell... so when it comes to relationships, why do we only pick one helmet”?
- my fucked up self














