Also her giant grin singing “forever is the sweetest con” BYE
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Also her giant grin singing “forever is the sweetest con” BYE
who do you think is going to hurt you, cowboy?
TRUSTING MY MOM WITH LITERALLY ANY AMOUNT OF RESPONSIBILITY MAKES ME WANT TO DIE A LITTLE THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK
"She is the kind of pretty that speaks in whispers, sliding under your sheets and foggy on your window panes, reticent and still, calling for heavy moonlight and stardust on the shelves. (She creeps up on you) And you never notice it until she's lying on your bed or her lips press against your neck, but god, she is..." "Exquisite? Sublime?" "No, she is pieces of the cosmos trapped beneath the exosphere. She is out-of-this-world beauty, and oblivious, because you can't catch it in a photograph." "And is she yours?" "No." "Is she his?" "She is no one's."