sometimes i’ll have loads of money and then other times i’ll be awake
If you can just stop loving her then you never really loved her at all. Love doesn’t work that way. If you ever truly love someone, then it never goes away. It can become something else. There are all different sorts of love. It can even become hate—a thin line and all that—and, really, hate is just another kind of caring.
if you wannabe my lover, you gotta get with my feminist ideologies
do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach