bon jovi? mauvais jovi? c’est un mystère
he’s cute but i’m not liking his selfie because i want him to know he ain’t shit
muggle au where james goes to bingo night every week at the community center with his elderly mother and all the old ladies fawn over him, trying to set him up with their granddaughters. but he only has eyes for the redhead calling the numbers.
sometimes you have to cut the toxic people out of your life and it’s brutal and messy and there’s no real “right” way to do it, especially if you’re drastically shifting and learning how to protect yourself in a way you’ve never known how to do before
i wish i’d learned how to say no
and i refuse to be guilted for doing what i need to do to survive