Kalle fucking Blomkvist.
She doesn’t give shit, and neither do I. We’re alike that way.
But unlike her–it ain’t my bad, not this time.
I miss you though. I miss you both. Come back soon. Even if I’m not sure if I still want to burn you both for leaving me behind. (I can hear you laughing, shut up you douchebag.)
also, things that i would like to say to you (even if i really won’t. like ever.):
- i knew that soon we wouldn’t know each other so i asked him what the opposite of stay is. he stood there, his hands on his hips, thinking.
- it could be last week when the missing got so big you wrote him a letter and sent it.
I’d like to keep you to myself.