Some people’s kids

K I seriously hate when a person sees two, completely happy people, holding hands, kissing, filling the room with the rare sight of true love, and they have to ruin it by being a pervert and turning to their friend and concluding that “he must crush her in bed.” No, he doesn’t. If he crushed me in bed, I’d be dead you fucking moron. Go back to biology class.




She would buy magic every day of the week. Love me, that face said. I’m so lonely, so desperate. I’ll give you whatever you want.
Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via larmoyante)


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