I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I’m sorry, but not sorry at the same time.
People don’t belong to me.
I don’t have any rigth over them.
I can’t tell them how to live their lives.
They don’t spend their day and lives turning around me and my ideas.
Repeat after me.
And if it doesn’t pleases me I can always isolate myself because I’m such good company.
My girlfriend attempted to hold both of her cats at once, it deteriorated quickly.
RELEASE ME HUMAN
|—||Caitlin Stasey (via thepeacefulterrorist)|