“I’m just gonna go. I’m gonna go and I’m gonna tell him, and if there is a, uh, chance— no, I’m not gonna tell him. No, I’m gonna— of course… Ugh! Okay, of course. No, I’m gonna tell him because if you don’t say anything, then you— you bleed out and die and then read about it in a plastic locket. I mean, what— what do— what do you think? What should I do? Zola? Well… Tell me!”
(Source: lexiecarolinegrey)
Design by Simon Fletcher. Powered by Tumblr.
© Copyright 2010