the teared up. face. doesn’t. it doesn’t… get to… it doesn’t get to me… I. I.
You killed. I, THIS ISN’T GOING TO WORK ON ME. no. BUT. You killed so many people. This won’t.
NO BABY I’M SO SORRY. YOU WERE JUST DAMAGED. IT WASN’T YOUR FAULT. I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE CHITAURI DID TO YOU BUT YES, YOU WERE JUST A CHILD YOU WERE AFRAID AND YOU THOUGHT YOU WANTED IT, BUT I KNOW YOU WERE JUST ACTING ON YOUR JEALOUSIES AND HATRED THAT SPROUTED FROM THE BETRAYALS. I KNOW YOU LOOKED BACK MANY TIMES AND QUESTIONED EVERYTHING BUT IT WAS TOO LATE. I KNOW. I KNOW. BABY I’M SO SORRY.
SO PLEASE STOP DOING THIS THING THAT YOU DO WITH YOUR FACE WHERE IT GETS ALL RED AROUND YOUR EYES AND EYEBROWS AND EVEN AROUND YOUR LIPS AND THAT SEXY THING YOU DO WITH YOUR ADAMS APPLE.
(via tom-sits-like-a-whore)

