history never fails to repeat itself.
no you are not what i want, but you are what i love.
I’ve become a simple souvenir of someone’s kill.
I’ve always plotted revenge on a grand scale. When I was 9, I developed a crush on a boy who loved science, but didn’t notice me. So I rearranged the solar system to where it orbited around a dead frog. At 21, I fell in love with a man who used to hide his wedding ring whenever he’d see me. And so I rearranged his heart so that it spelled my named whenever he felt it beat under his wife’s pretty palm.
