he’s not sure why you keep him around, when he hurts you.

Nate Jacobs.

nate, fucking, jacobs.

He could’ve gagged at the thought actually, how he gets to have you yet treats you like trash.

“I night have somethin’ that can help..yeah?”

which is probably pot.

You’re once again crying like a baby in his arms, sniffling as his hands run through your hair—it was nice.

you always came running to him, because who’s gonna lie about it?

Nate is a damn prick.

a thorn that doesn’t deserve you.