boys like it when youre playfully mean to them. call them names. punch them on the shoulder. murder their families
WHY DO PEOPLE CALL IT FUCK, MARRY, KILL WHEN THEY COULD CALL IT BED, WED, BEHEAD
Or, as King Henry VIII likes to call it, a productive evening.
From the moment I saw you, I knew I was gonna spend the rest of my life avoiding you.
Do you hate people?
I don’t hate them…I just feel better when they’re not around.” —Charles Bukowski (via dysfunctionalmoment)