this is for life's little
musings, and wishful
thinkings, and moments
when words make too
much sense.
musings, and wishful
thinkings, and moments
when words make too
much sense.
why is it so completely unbelieveable for me to respond the way i do when there’s shit being told to me about josie? i don’t know what happened, i don’t know what you may be leaving out of what you’re telling me. you act like i fuckin’ killed your dog every time i mention something about it. i know it sucks. it’s just as bad, if not worse, for me as it is for you. i just need reassurance.
