no don’t do that i’ll fall in love with you
Oops too late
"I’m tired and I’m sick to death of being without you."
- Graham Greene, The End of the Affair (via larmoyante)
u wake up on christmas morning and go downstairs, full of excitement. somebody is stealing all of your christmas presents. it is jesus. “its my birthday, not yours” he hisses menacingly, then runs away with all your gifts in his arms