I hadn’t pictured us doing anything more than having the occasional fuck. But as time went by, I started feeling this thing growing stronger and stronger, this weird feeling in my chest and stomach everytime Erwin looked at me with soft eyes or touched me, unintentionally or not. That son of a bitch had turned me in a love-struck fool. And I was so hopelessly screwed, I thought as I swiped the wet mop over the classroom’s dirty floor. So fucking done for.
vito303 said: This may sound odd but every time I scroll through my dash too fast I always think your name is it's not pasta time. It's so weird but I chuckle every time because I just know that's not what it really is.
Omg ahahahahahaah don’t worry sweetheart!! You’re like the tenth person or more to tell me so ahahahah you guys are cute ;_;
so-you-better-run said: vai a studiare
Sì, mamma :(
Life is unfair. You put someone first who puts you second. You study your ass off for a final only to get a C. You give 110% to someone in a relationship who only gives 40%. You’re there for a best friend at 3:00am and the next day they don’t pick up their phone. It seems like you’re giving everyone everything and they’re just walking away with it.