I CANNOT

no joke i forgot i saved the spongebob movie soundtrack on spotify and i was sitting here in my feelings and the music switches from amy winehouse to “now that we’re men” i spit my tea out

i want to be somewhere we are happy. where you’ve made me tea without asking, where i am curled up by the fire with a novel i love and a dog at my feet. it doesn’t have to be fancy. our floors can be bare and our kitchen tiny. but i want to be somewhere that i feel free, where every corner is filled with good memories.

vine

me and my life

Sebastian Stan: In his backpack there are a dozen notebooks that compose the scattered memories dating back to as far as he can remember which somewhat piece together a scattered life. In a similar way to Alzheimer’s, he’s written things down, for fear of losing his memory again. He was prepared, were something to happen, to walk away with nothing but that backpack, which is why it’s the only thing he takes and knowing full well that not everything those pages contain is pretty.

Me: