I just don’t know which kind of love is better
OH MY GOD. GROSS SOBBING EVERYWHERE.
I’m sitting here thinking about how much time I’ve wasted worrying about you. Worrying about impressing you or keeping your attention. It doesn’t matter really. In five years I may not even remember your name. Or I won’t remember what it was about you that I found so fascinating. That is unless you decide that you want me to remember. I’m not going to spend anymore of my precious time over-analyzing everything you say and don’t.
I have big dreams that I intend to reach, and you’re nothing but dead weight.
His name is Alexander Skarsgard.
I MEAN REALLY NOW - LOOK AT THAT FUCKING SMILE. I can’t handle it. AHHHHH. And he’s Swedish. Hello, where have you been all my life?!
….someone give this man a corgi to hold and I will literally need NOTHING else in life.