The first face, you show to the world. The second face, you show to your close friends, and your family.
The third face, you never show anyone. It is the truest reflection of who you are. "
i wanna date someone and live with them in a shitty apartment but be happy about it because we are happy together and we can decorate it with stupid dorky posters of shit we like and figurines and art and we can cook weird recipes we found on the internet and eat them and watch cartoons even if the food is gross because we made it and we’re perfect
my little cousin got bit by a house spider and she was crying so i went to get some stuff to soothe and numb it but before i could even walk out the door i heard her quietly whisper ‘i can’t handle the responsibility of being spiderman’
I’d like to take a minute to remember you. No more and no less. How you said all the right things and made me think about a life that I don’t want now. I’d like to recall how you made me feel, like the air I breathed between your kiss was all my lungs have ever craved. I’d like to recollect how my vision was impaired, for you were the first thing that I thought made everything seem clear. I’d like to look back on the way you said my name, as if it was in a foreign language that you took the time to learn so it rolled off your tongue so delicately. Times up. And starting every minute from now, remembering won’t be an option.