Messages found around New York City the past two days
I think about you all the time
I don’t know how to forget you
Protect your magic
But something in his expression screamed:
“I can’t handle you.”
And she thought then, that perhaps all relationships were just a case of who gave up first. And her pride couldn’t decide which was worse: giving up when you had promised them not to, or waking up to find that they had given up on you.”"
Can’t go 2 class bc I’m a corpse ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ deal w it