me when my friends mess up: you’re only human, please be kind to yourself. it’s ok to learn
me when i mess up: they should shoot me like a dog in the street
“Oh, sweetheart.” My belly swoops at the endearment. His tone lives somewhere between sympathy and amusement. “If you don’t think that I’m very aware of your presence, always, you have no idea what’s going on.”
what a man