Imagine your OTP stuck in an elevator after they’ve had a fight.
I have become my abuser. I feel like him every time I do anything.
When she’s babbling on about something. When you’re arguing. When you see her. When you’re with her. When you’re with your friends. When she cries. When shes happy. When she does something you love. After you ask her out. After she says she loves you. After you just kissed her. Before you leave. My point is, whenever you get the chance to kiss her, kiss her. It makes her feel loved.
if you kiss me when we’re arguing i will punch you straight in the fucking jaw
“You taught me well!" // "Aye… Too well.”
There’s no place on earth with more magic and superstition mixed into its daily life than the Scottish Highlands.