Status Updates From Uma Carta de Amor ao Uísque

NÃO É POSSÍVEL UM TREM DESSES
QUE MULHER PERTUBADA PRA ESCREVER ESSE LOVRO

VEI VAO SE FUDER

“maybe I’m not the person who can help you right now. There was a shuffling noise then, and I had theories about what it was — him running his hand over his face, maybe? Or was it the wind? Was he at the beach where we’d said goodbye? But I want to be. So please, just… call me back. I miss you. My chest always ached at that part. Happy birthday.” I would’ve folded

Viciados em fazer cagada como que pode

“Is it Ethan scared of you being alone with me, or is it you who’s afraid?” My breaths were hollow, especially when his jaw muscle ticked beneath the skin as he waited for my answer. “Both.” OH???🤭

“Oh, so you were putting on a show that night, huh?” “Well, you see, someone had been ignoring me,” I teased back. “I needed to find a way to get some attention.” why are they flirting infront of my salad

TORTURA PSICOLÓGICA NÃO É ENTRETENIMENTO

O Jamie cantaria essa pra B, certeza: "If loving me means letting go and wishing me the best well then I guess I wish, I wish, I wish you loved me less"

Pois eu espero que não fiquem juntos. Ah, ioiô do caramba
Começa errado, termina errado

“I hate it now, my name. I hate the meaning of it. I hate what my father did to my mom and I hate what she did to me by naming me after something so monstrous.” poor girl omg☹️☹️