My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
We looked at each other a little too long to be ‘just friends’.
white masculinity is so garbage they count moisturising their skin as feminine
it scares me that you never know what someone is thinking or feeling towards you and everything that they say could be one massive lie