today I learned that if you want to slash someone’s tires, don’t slash all four; only slash three because if you slash all four their insurance will pay for it but if you only slash three they have to pay for it all out of pocket
today on satan makes a blog post
All I want to do is wake up to a text that tells me you’re fucking thinking about me at 2 in the morning. The simplest, sweetest thing. Tell me you want to lay in bed with me and watch the sunrise and tell me you love me. Tell me you know I’m trying and tell me you know things aren’t perfect but tell me you want them to work as badly as I do. Tell me the tears are worth it. Tell me this but only tell me if you mean it.