I didn't choose the mum life the mum life chose me

❝ Tink. 17. Fashionista.

In a relationship with John Darling.

My raisin toast wont open.

Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore

I'll be eighty-seven; you'll be eighty-nine I'll still look at you like the stars that shine In the sky, oh my my my...

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My bestie. <3

Here and there.

Bleh

Well, you’re just going to be surprised then.

Whatever you say.

come home, come home

Well, is there anything you want?

I don’t know. I’m not good at presents.

Jesus…*runs a hand through his hair* I knew something was going to happen if I left her. Shit.

…Thanks. For telling me.

Sure.