tristamateer: I’m sorry, you know, for hating myself more than I love you. I don’t want to. I don’t mean to. Sometimes I think it’s this ridiculous thing I’ve made up in my head. Sometimes I worry that kissing you will never taste as sweet
tristamateer: I’m sorry, you know, for hating myself more than I love you. I don’t want to. I don’t mean to. Sometimes I think it’s this ridiculous thing I’ve made up in my head. Sometimes I worry that kissing you will never taste as sweet
tristamateer: I’m sorry, you know, for hating myself more than I love you. I don’t want to. I don’t mean to. Sometimes I think it’s this ridiculous thing I’ve made up in my head. Sometimes I worry that kissing you will never taste as sweet
tristamateer: I’m sorry, you know, for hating myself more than I love you. I don’t want to. I don’t mean to. Sometimes I think it’s this ridiculous thing I’ve made up in my head. Sometimes I worry that kissing you will never taste as sweet
tristamateer: I’m sorry, you know, for hating myself more than I love you. I don’t want to. I don’t mean to. Sometimes I think it’s this ridiculous thing I’ve made up in my head. Sometimes I worry that kissing you will never taste as sweet
tristamateer: I’m sorry, you know, for hating myself more than I love you. I don’t want to. I don’t mean to. Sometimes I think it’s this ridiculous thing I’ve made up in my head. Sometimes I worry that kissing you will never taste as sweet
tristamateer: I’m sorry, you know, for hating myself more than I love you. I don’t want to. I don’t mean to. Sometimes I think it’s this ridiculous thing I’ve made up in my head. Sometimes I worry that kissing you will never taste as sweet
tristamateer: I’m sorry, you know, for hating myself more than I love you. I don’t want to. I don’t mean to. Sometimes I think it’s this ridiculous thing I’ve made up in my head. Sometimes I worry that kissing you will never taste as sweet
tristamateer: I’m sorry, you know, for hating myself more than I love you. I don’t want to. I don’t mean to. Sometimes I think it’s this ridiculous thing I’ve made up in my head. Sometimes I worry that kissing you will never taste as sweet
