It’s an illusion. You fall in love, it’s intoxicating, and for a little while you feel like you’ve actually become one with the other person. Merged souls, and so on. You think you’ll never be lonely again. Only it doesn’t last, and soon you realize you can only get so close, before you end up brutally disappointed, more alone than ever, because the illusion—the hope you had held on to all those years—has been shattered.
why do we kill people who kill people to show that killing people is wrong
i was supposed to go to bed an hour ago dont tell my mom
my mom says i have to go to bed now which one of u fuckers told