"He gives me butterflies every time he's around, even when I think about him. And it isn't the cute kind either. It's the kind that rip your stomach open, and it fucking hurts."
Letters to Jasper, written by Jupiter, that he'll never get.
"He gives me butterflies every time he's around, even when I think about him. And it isn't the cute kind either. It's the kind that rip your stomach open, and it fucking hurts."
Letters to Jasper, written by Jupiter, that he'll never get.
Those butterflies you feel in your stomach comes from me, but you fail to realize it because you're selfish.
You deny that you want me, but I know that you do.
You smile the pain away, but I see rig...