𝑩. 𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔.

you wound me, over & over & over & over again… but i still love you.

it depends .

whatever .

He’d never dare get on her bad side. After all, he’s but a simple, humble man who only cares to make his wife happy. Doesn’t she know by now that he’d do anything for her? Just ask it of him.

where’s the fun in that ?

it won’t be anything too bad ? therapy has taught me to be a better person .

or not .

i wanted you to see a mess and still find me worthy of love, to tell me that you could still love me anyway.

it's the things we love most ， that destroy us.

like orpheus, i am not strong enough to not look at what i want.