Props to my 6 year old self for calling out bullshit at an early age.
i don’t hate you anymore.
i hate what you did to me, and how you made me feel beautiful.. your sweet words sunk into my skin, burning holes in my heart and seeping in. i hate how i loved you so much that i believed you were actually in love with me, when the plan all along was to leave me scarred and bruised then flee.
rainy cold game days, finally
Every Dorito is a triangle but not every triangle is a Dorito