I search his eyes for any sign of hurt, any reflection of the agony and torture. There is nothing.
I’m the monster. I’m the mutt. I’m the one Snow has turned into a weapon!
If he wants me b r o k e n,
then I will have to be w h o l e.
home is behind my death is ahead
Lydia Martin + cardigans
HOLY SHIT. MY NEIGHBOUR IS SCREAMING AT HER BOYFRIEND.
Yeah, the two that keep me up at odd hours of the night.AND I’M ONLY PICKING UP BITS AND PIECES BECAUSE HE’S NOT SHOUTING BUT I’M FAIRLY POSITIVE HE JUST TOLD HER HE’S GAY AND THAT HE’S BEEN CHEATING ON HER WITH HIS BOYFRIEND.
UPDATE. UPDATE. HE’S CHEATING ON HER WITH HER BROTHER.
SON OF A BITCH IT’S LIKE A BAD SOAP OPERA EPISODE.