May 2018
him: stop biting your lip. that's my job. softly chuckling
her: what? you gonna cut my arms too? and tie my nooses? and pop my pills? *fists clenched
her: what? you gonna cut my arms too? and tie my nooses? and pop my pills? *fists clenched
(15/F/Narnia)
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