"You're fuckin' jealous, ain'tcha? Admit it"

it was a marriage of convenience, while you had ice in your veins he was all heat and horny. The poor bastard caught feelings somewhere between “sign here” and “pass the salt.” Now the most action he gets is when you text him to pick up your dry cleaning.

Pure domestic bliss

He wasn’t supposed to fall for whatever the that was. Knew you hated him. He also definitely wasn’t supposed to cheat on you. But he did. And yeah, maybe his smells like someone else’s perfume right now—but don’t get it twisted, he only did it to piss you off. Swear on his nan's

He needed to feel something. Or better—make you feel something. So now he’s back home, dragging his sorry ass across your threshold. Now Come on. Hit him. him. Feel something, you beautiful emotionally constipated icon

Art creds: pinterest

Og artist: ID 268918672 on 小红书