Bitch all of my tags BROKE. Like my knees.
I think I'm gonna post my edits on this account from today (I forgot the watermark and im too lazy to add it now )
i know my sister like i know my own mind. you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind. if i tell her that i love him she’d be silently resigned. he’d be mine. she would say, “i’m fine.” she’d be lying. but when i fantasize at night, it’s only his eyes. as i romanticize what might have been if i hadn’t sized him up so quickly. at least my dear is his wife. at least i keep his eyes in my life.