Now, I don’t know what Charles put in your head, but I am not whatever it is you think I am, okay? I only met you, like, a week ago. You got your Rebecca, your Delilah, your blah, blah, blah, whatever. Everything you asked for, you’ve got it! And it is better this way. Because I suck at this. Bad shit happens to people I care about, you understand me?
in case you haven’t noticed, i’m weird. i’m a weirdo. i don’t fit in. something is very, very wrong with me. there’s this darkness in me, that’s overwhelming sometimes and i don’t know where it comes from.
gifset aesthetic = jesse pinkman ♡ like i came to you, begging to cook meth. hey, nerdiest old dude i know, wanna come cook crystal? please. i’d ask my diaper-wearing granny, but her wheelchair wouldn’t fit in the rv. (requested anonymously)
Now, I know we said things, did things that we didn’t mean, and we fall back into the same patterns, same routine. But your temper’s just as bad as mine is. You’re the same as me, when it comes to love you’re just as blinded.