The trees cut down to make Jenga blocks are repeatedly forced to relive their own death.
(via just-shower-thoughts)
She’s mine. I don’t want anyone else getting the same butterflies I get when she smiles or says my name. I don’t want anyone else making her blush or calling her “babe.” Call me selfish I don’t care. She’s mine.
(via heyimfuckingyourgirl)