before & after transition: education edition
first day of 1st grade (6 years old; what is this “puberty” you speak of?) — last day; day of college graduation (23 years old; roughly 4 years and 2 months on t)
okay so this is my last complaint of the night about that godforsaken ep of legends but on what earth would eobard even be REMOTELY okay with damien darhk and his cronies killing barry like i’m sorry but HE WOULD NOT BE OKAY WITH IT
I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologise because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest. If I love you at 5AM, I’d damn well rather that you know I felt it. If I love you two hours later, I’ll tell you then too. Listen, I won’t wait double the time it takes for you to text me back because I don’t want to. I don’t care enough to be patient with you. I’m happy, you made me feel that way, don’t you want to know? So that’s how it’s going to be. I’m going to leave myself as open as a church door. And I’m going to wake you up before the crack of dawn to tell you that I’m fucking joyful, no pretending, not from me, not ever. Would you like some coffee, would you please kiss me? Here, these are my hands, this is my mouth, it is all yours.