i'm not your friend. i don't give a shit about you. you're just a nobody, nothing, punk-ass kid.
ind. bullet of amc's the killing.
private as hell. low activity.
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❛     yo,  elliot,  y’ got    ––––     ❜     not elliot.    knows before she even wheels around to face him,  wrist deep  in a mini bag of potato crisps.    (     she’d brought one for him too.    not  him,  as in the douchebag that looked like he just stepped out of  american psycho,  but elliot.    )    she hopes he’ll leave.     ❛     jehovah’s witnesses bustin’ down doors now ?    get the hell out !     ❜     //  @envisas