But what if Eleven never sees her own reflection until she returns to Hawkins for good? What if she can feel the soft fluffiness of her hair, but she doesn’t know what it looks like? The first time she looks in the mirror again, after all they’ve been through, she sees gentle, brown curly hair and says decisively with the brightest smile in years, “Pretty”
what he means:
that's my boyfriend!!! everyone listen, that's my boyfriend right there! i rescued him all by myself, he's mine! look at him flying, best damn pilot right there, that's him *wipes tear* hey han, i bet my boyfriend could make the kessel run in 10 parsecs. kylo, hey kylo, my boyfriend's hair is better than yours and his is naturally black. hey rey, my boyfriend's eyes are prettier than yours... i mean... rey put down the staff, let's call it a tie, okay? anyway, everyone listen to me, poe fucking dameron is my boyfriend, understand? i'm taking care of his droid for him, i mean we're practically engaged. doesn't he look soooo hot in his pilot's uniform? anyone? hey wait stop shooting at him you beasts
My sincerest apologies,
That I am not all sunshine and rainbows,
That I am not all caps lock and laughing,
That I don’t always see the best in things.
Sometimes I am a rain cloud,
Sometimes I shed tears.
There are times when I’m a raging storm,
When I lash out in bitter anger,
Sometimes I am as unpredictable,
As a Tornado,
Ripping through everything in my path yet-
At times skirting off to the side,
Keeping all my pain to myself.
Sometimes I am a Blizzard,
I become cold and unresponsive and
Hard to get along with hard to
Sometimes I am a Volcano an,
Eruption waiting to happen and when,
I do eventually explode I leak,
Rivers of lava and I mercilessly,
Cause damage where it will hurt,
But even after all the storms,
All the lightning,
All the rain,
All the damage,
All the pain,
I will become Sunny again.
Sometimes there will be a Chance of Rain,
Sometimes Clouds will dot over me and,
Threaten to cast their cool shadows,
But I’ll be sunny again.
I don’t understand how people can just go through high school and grow up. I want to stay my age forever. The thought of growing up and leaving my parents and my convert zones scares me like hell. Am I the only one. I’m so sick and tired of tearing myself apart but I can’t help it.
to be honest I’ve had had a really shitty week. with my step-dad being in the hospital (on his death bed at this point), my grandma being in and out of the hospital there isn’t much that helps me. but watching @therealjacksepticeye’s videos does and after getting my Sam in the mail I wanted to burst into tears. thank you for helping me through this truly shitty time in my life. thank you. one day I hope to thank you face to face.