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
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Time was a wave, almost cruel in its relentlessness as it whisked her life downstream
em 💌цитирует10 месяцев назад
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 💌цитирует10 месяцев назад
At the far end of the living room — cum — bedroom,
huh😧
em 💌цитирует10 месяцев назад
“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 💌цитирует10 месяцев назад
The kind of woman whose goodness is oppressive.
HER SISTER CANT WIN EITHER OHMYGOD MEN ARE THE WORST
em 💌цитирует10 месяцев назад
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 💌цитирует10 месяцев назад
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.