I had a man once. A good man. Bruni, his name was. I was his and he was mine. But one night Bruni disappears. People said he left me, but I knew him. He’d never leave me. Not for long. I knew he’d come back. And he did. He came in through the back of the hut. Only it wasn’t Bruni. Not really.
(requested by anonymous.)
"Turns out it’s not easy to ruin someone’s life once you find out how wonderful they are."
He’s enjoying himself so badly right now
isn’t it ironic
how we kill
think that we
this girl in my class today was writing a ton of stuff on her paper while we were taking notes and i was like “woah what are you writing did i miss something she said” and the girl laughed and was like “oh i’m not taking notes this is a list of things that annoy me”
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