Happy birthday, Charlie (July 31st) and Max (August 1st)!
when i turn on the ceiling fan and it goes too fast, i feel like it’s gonna fly off and kill me
me whispering to my dog in the dark: hey.. you still up?
- you smell different when you’re awake
- please help me (then smile as if nothing happened)
- you have lovely skin, i can’t wait to wear it
- your hair tastes like strawberries
- tonight… you.
- he knows, don’t go home.
- i always knew you would die in my arms
- every time i poop i think of you
- no one will ever believe you
- i killed mufasa
- i bet you didn’t feel me lick your ear
- mother told me it would be like this