𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘

i could love you violently， if i let myself.

I wouldnt

I would never

Dont

Whatever you'd like to call it

Yeah yeah. Put the big head away

until i can find someone to pour all my love to, i can only let it overflow.

i want to be good. i can't bear the thought of my soul being hideous.

my savior, beautiful soul.

—coming home for spring break and having a cigarette first thing? Sounds like paradise—

— She’s ran out of cigarettes, so, she has to improvise (steal from her dad)—

Barty you are always my problem, I already know mate

you could have at least said thank you

It means it’s too early

you look good

oh-

Hes too full of himself

Drooling