Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay. I tilted my head back. The stars looked like they were close together, when really they were millions of miles apart. In the end, maybe love just meant longing for something impossibly bright and forever out of reach — Ruin and Rising, Leigh Bardugo
I never asked about your girlfriends because they didn’t worry me.
Breakups bring closure, you button them up like old shirts and stow them away. I was interested in the girls you never dated, never broke up with. The ones who came with loose ends and what-ifs. The ones with mystery and unfinished endings, stories that could write back into yours, into ours. Stories that could write me out. I called them the Almosts.
The Almosts have a way of hanging around, like loose shirts draped over chairs or stuffed in the backs of drawers. Just because they aren’t part of your everyday routine doesn’t mean they couldn’t be.
So as sad as I am that we are parting ways, I can only hope that this is temporary, that we will be written back into each other’s lives at a different time. Maybe I am just another almost, but at least that means that I haven’t been packed away for good. Maybe I’m just a shirt that still fits, but just got lost under the bed. Maybe you’ll realize you still love me when you try me on again in a few years.
Its a lot easier to grab a shirt draped over a chair than one that’s been packed away. But then again, you were never very tidy.
Neil spotted the Foxhole Court long before they made it to the stadium parking lot. Built to seat sixty-five thousand fans, it’d been placed on the outskirts of campus where it could tower over the shorter utilities buildings nearby. The paint job only made it stand out more: the walls were a blinding white with obnoxiously bright orange trim. A gigantic fox paw was painted on each of the four outer walls. Nicky clapped a hand to Neil’s shoulder. “All the orange grows on you,” he promised.
anyway i came out to my nine year old sis as trans and she literally went “dope i got a brother now” and “dude i love your name, you are such a nathan” and then she stole my drink and ran off (rip my frappuccino). then we both came out to each other as bi??? and she said peyton from izombie was hot and i was like same, and then we watched like eight trans videos on youtube. Also whenever she calls me nate i cant even reply im so in shock and happy, so today has been a good day
voltron characters as things i have heard people actually say in my ap classes part two:
sendak: “i would willingly stab out my own eye with this pencil if it means i look more badass”
haxus: “sometimes i just look at myself in the mirror and think ‘holy shit i’m so attractive’ or ‘who the fuck dragged this piece of shit out of the garbage’ and there’s just no in between”
thace: “sometimes i sigh so loud that i’m genuinely surprised my lungs aren’t catapulted from my chest cavity”
prorok: “wow can you believe you get to breathe the same air as me ??? you must be blessed *finger guns*”
rolo: “wanna hear about the time i saw jesus after mixing four shots of caffeine with two red bulls and a redline ??? lol i don’t know how i’m alive either but i got my essay done in like twenty minutes”
nyma: “i got an 89 on the last essay and a 36 on the one we just got back and all i can say is get you a girl that can do both”
shay: “*shoving cloth into her bag from the theater department* i keep telling everyone that i own cats but it’s a lie. its a dirty dirty lie these are for the raccoons that visit my backyard. i also buy cat food for raccoons can you believe the predicament i’m in”
kolivan: “bitch i would punt you into the sun no hesitation”
ulaz: “my life is the bee movie except every time someone says ‘essay’ i die just a little more inside”
antok: “everyone says i’m a chill guy but my life is crashing down around me and my internal monologue is one giant keyboard smash on caps lock *takes sip of coffee*”