For all the things my hands have held,
The best by far is you
I’m fun to flirt with but not to date because I’m a psychopath.
That is the saddest part when you lose someone you love—that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, is this the same person I lost?
All of the above
Claim her, love her, fuck her, spoil her, trust her.
shoutout to those three followers who like and reblog literally everything you post