gravyholocaust:

Boys and Girls, that’s how you know it’s: I wish you were skinnier love.

I do this too. But not because it’s I-want-you-to-be-skinnier love, I do it because it’s I’m-constantly-dealing-with-women-whose-husbands-have-died-too-soon-because-of-their-seriously-awful-diet-and-I-don’t-want-you-to-die-on-me love. Just one of the downfalls of being with a mortician, they always think you’re going to die on them.