she staggered behind one of the metal chairs and hid herself, afraid that something inside her would make her throw herself in front of the solid mass of the train.
real
em 💌цитируетв прошлом году
Time was a wave, almost cruel in its relentlessness as it whisked her life downstream
em 💌цитируетв прошлом году
Someone had to pay the hospital fees, someone had to act as her carer.
And she got by, as she always had done. Despite the scandal hanging over her, steadfastly refusing to disappear, she made sure that the shop kept running.
awhh bless her :(
em 💌цитируетв прошлом году
At the far end of the living room — cum — bedroom,
huh😧
em 💌цитируетв прошлом году
“Now don’t go making me out to be some kind of villain. Anyone can see that I’m the real victim here.”
DIE OHMYGOD
em 💌цитируетв прошлом году
The kind of woman whose goodness is oppressive.
HER SISTER CANT WIN EITHER OHMYGOD MEN ARE THE WORST
em 💌цитируетв прошлом году
I was beginning to get sick and tired of this stubborn “maternal affection.”
oh i actually hate this man hes so bitter fuck off
em 💌цитируетв прошлом году
in other words, I would once again have to live with this strange, frightening woman, the two of us in the same house. It was a prospect I found difficult to contemplate.