I’m so fucking sick of saying I’m sorry when I’m the one collapsed on the ground.
my little cousin got bit by a house spider and she was crying so i went to get some stuff to soothe and numb it but before i could even walk out the door i heard her quietly whisper ‘i can’t handle the responsibility of being spiderman’
I give a fuck. I give lots of fucks, actually. I’m a prostitute of feelings.