She was: signed, sealed, and lost in the post. Gone where all the letters we write to Santa go.
(Source: danhaggis)
About me
I want to kill who I really loved.Yes, a few months ago I was just "happy", now I'm happy, but I'm so bored of this useful people.
I like humans, individuals, not "people".
And I'm sorry sunshine, but you probably are a puppet.
Ops, a puppet melts my little heart.
