this quote just means so much to me ok


They just went into the whole story, explaining the why behind the what, and that it’s not like this thing that all of a sudden is just spilling out, it’s a discovery for her. That’s how we wanted to approach it. You have so many stories — shows and movies — where people are already established as gay, lesbian, bi[sexual]; these are people who are coming in like that. This was a great opportunity to show somebody who’s figuring it out, the light bulb moment and putting the puzzle pieces together.


Get to know me meme: 2/10 celebrity crushes » Kellin Quinn

I believe if you’re man enough to bring someone in this world, then you should be man enough to stick around and see how they turned out.

A bigger picture

You know why I love tøp so much???? It’s because they give me hope. Not just because their music helps me or the quotes they say make me feel ok. Though all of that is true, it’s THEM as PEOPLE that gives me hope. They came from such a dark place, a dark place only few in the world can understand. A dark place I have been many times in my life. And no matter what they went through or felt, they KEPT GOING. And they managed to keep a sense of humor. Which means they can still smile and laugh. And while they didn’t always smile and laugh, they faced those dark times head on rather than shying away from them and letting them grow. They grew bigger than their fears, and even though those fears seem pretty big sometimes, and it seems like there is no way to win, they fight anyways. I want to be like them. THAT’S why I love tøp so dearly.

2017 Ally For Equality - Meryl Streep (Full speech)

“Thank you. Stop. Sit down. Sit down. I’m coming every year. Thank you, Ken. Thank you. This man is writing the visual history of our times, and we are so lucky that someone with the capacity of mind and heart and the integrity is taking on that job. Thank you very much.

I do like football. I want to make this clear. I gave seven years, seven of my youngest, prettiest years to being a cheerleader for football, basketball and wrestling. I have watched more peewee football, Pop Warner football, JV and varsity high school football, JV and varsity college football, and professional football in 60 years than anybody here.

But if you hear a woman in a restaurant say, “My son is very interested in the arts,” she’s not talking about football or mixed martial arts, because they’re just not the same thing. Some of us like football, some of us like the arts. Many of us want both in our lives. And it isn’t helpful to make it us versus them.  I was making a joke and Mike Nichols told me, "If you have to explain a joke, Meryl, you’re doomed, so…”

So I honestly can’t imagine what I have done to deserve this great honor. Really…In The Hours all I did was kiss Allison Janney in take, after take, after take, after take…and it wasn’t that hard at all. And I’m also fairly proud of a very jolly portrayal of a gay conversion therapist on Lisa Kudrow’s Web Therapy that I did. And I feel our Vice President might want to check out those episodes because my character’s views seem to doveil with his, although it involves comedy, so I don’t know if it’s going to penetrate.

And I want to thank (HRC president) Chad (Griffin) and everybody at the Human Rights Campaign for this moving and very meaningful honor, which I dedicate to my gay and trans teachers, colleagues, mentors, directors, friends, all of whom should take the credit for me being up here because they taught me from a very young age, and they continue to remind me every day of the very best lesson and that is to be yourself and love and take joy in your work and what you do.

And I’m very grateful to this incredible organization, the Human Rights Campaign, for what you have done, in such a smart, strategic and systematic way, to secure and safeguard the rights of LGBTQ Americans. Most of the advances in acceptance and advocacy and law have come straight from the work of this organization. Well, I don’t know how straight this is but you have made the lives of people I love better, stronger and safer.

When I was a little girl growing up in middle-class New Jersey, my entire artistic life was curated by people who lived in the straight jacket of a very conformist suburban life. In the late ‘50s and early '60s, all the houses in my neighborhood were the same size. In the developments, they even were the same shape and color and style. And in the schools, your job was was to put pennies in your loafers and look the same as everybody else and act the same way as everybody else. Standing out, being different was like drawing a target on your forehead. And you had to have a special kind of courage to do it. And some of my teachers were obliged to live their whole lives hidden, covertly. But my sixth and seventh grade music teacher, Paul Grossman, was one of the bravest people I knew. Because later, when I was in graduate school, I read that he had transitioned and become one of the first transgender women in the country. And after the operation, she reported back. As Paula Grossman. To our middle school in Basking Ridge, New Jersey, where she had taught for 30 years and she was promptly fired. 

But she pursued her case for wrongful dismissal and back pay through the courts for seven years, all the way to the Supreme Court. Unfortunately, her case was not accepted, and she lost, but she won her pension under a Disability Allowance settlement, although she was disabled only by the small minds of the school board. She was a garrulous, cantankerous, terrific teacher, and she never taught again. But her case set the stage for many discrimination cases that followed. She and her wife raised their three girls. She worked as a town planner and she had an act playing piano and singing in cocktail lounges around New Jersey. But I remember her as Mr. Grossman, and I remember when he took us on a field trip to the Statue of Liberty in 1961. And our whole class stood at the feet of that huge, beautiful woman and sang a song he had taught us, that was taken from the lyrics, the lyrics were taken from the poem by Emma Lazarus engraved at the base of the monument.

singing “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses
yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming
shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest tossed to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”

I can’t remember what I did Tuesday, but I remember…I remember that song Mr. Grossman chose to teach us. It stirred my 11-year-old heart then, and it animates my conscience today. That’s what great teachers do. She died in 2003, god rest her soul.

My piano teacher, George Voss. He was about 80 years old in 1965. He lived…or he was probably 40 and I just thought he was that old. Whatever…  He lived in a little house hidden away in the woods in Berkeley Heights, New Jersey, with his lover, Phil. And my mother said, his lover for 50 years. And his house wasn’t like the other houses. It was a magical place. It was filled with birds and exotica and collectibles from Central and South America which they’d gathered on their trips. I’m not going to introduce you to all my gay an trans teachers. I just wanted to tell you about some of the people who made me an artist and who lived under duress. That’s all.

You know, there is a good thing about being older. There is. You’ll see. And that is you do get to mark the decades and the progress of things. You can honestly say things are better now. They really are better now. But what is that famous quote? “The price of liberty is eternal vigilance.” Everybody thinks that’s Jefferson, that said that, but it wasn’t. It was an Irishman, John Philpot Curran, don’t ya know? “Etarnal vigilance is the price of liberty.” And he also said - I just, I mean, Ken, great minds, you know -“Evil prospers when good men do nothing.” Ain’t that the truth?

Okay, here’s my theory. I’m going to go very fast, so have to stay with me, OK?
Human life has been organized in a certain way. The hierarchy set, who’s in charge, who makes the laws and who enforces the laws, pretty much the same way for  40,000 years. Yeah, I know, I know. There were some small number of matrilineal cultures and some outliers who were more tolerant to differences, very true; but pretty much and so-called democracies, the great democracy of Greece, where women and slaves were excluded. Pretty much through our history, might made right and the biggest and the richest and the baddest were the best. And the man, pretty much always was a man.

But suddenly, at one point in the 20th century, for reasons I can’t possibly enumerate in the two minutes that I have left,something did change. The clouds parted and women began to be regarded, if not as equal, but as deserving of equal rights. It’ true. It was a first. Men and women of color demanded their equal rights. People of sexual orientation and gender identification outside the status quo also demanded their equal regard under the law. So did people with disabilities. We all won rights that had already been granted us in the Constitution 200 years before in theory. But the courts and society finally caught up and recognized our claims. And amazingly, and, in the terms of the whole human history, blazingly fast, culture seemed to have shifted. All the old hierarchies and entitlements seemed to be on shaky ground which brings us to now. We shouldn’t be surprised that fundamentalists of all stripes, everywhere are exercised and fuming. We shouldn’t be surprised that these profound changes come at a steeper cost than it seemed we were gliding through them in the late 20th century. We shouldn’t be surprised if not everyone is totally down with it.
But if we live, if we live through this precarious moment, if his catastrophic instinct to retaliate doesn’t lead us to nuclear winter, we will have much to thank this president for because he will have woken us up to how fragile freedom really is. And his whisperers will have alerted us to the potential flaws in our balance of power in government. To how we’ve relied on the goodwill and selflessness of previous occupants of the Oval Office. And how quaint notions of custom, honor and duty compelled them to adhere to certain practices of transparency and responsibility. How easily all of this can be ignored. And how the authority of the executive, in the hands of a self dealer, can be wielded against the people and the Constitution and their bill of rights. The whip of the executive can, through a Twitter feed, lash and intimidate, punish and humiliate, de-legitimize the press and all the imagined enemies with spasmodic regularity and easily provoked predictability.

Here we are in 2017 and our browser seems to have gone down. And we are in danger of losing all our information. And we seem to be reverting to the factory settings. But we’re not. We’re not going to go back to the bad old days of ignorance and oppression and hiding who we are because we owe it to the people who have died for our rights and who died before they got their own. And we owe it to the pioneers of the LGBTQ movement, like Paula Grossman, and to the people on the frontlines of all civil rights movements not to let them down. I am the most overrated and most overdecorated and currently, currently, I am the most over berated actress, who likes football, of my generation. But that is why you invited me here! Right?

Okay. The weight, the wright of all my honors is part of what brings me here to the podium. It compels me. It’s against every one of my natural instincts, which is to stay fuck home. It compels me to stand up in front of people and say words that haven’t been written for me, but that come from my life, my conviction and that I have to stand by because it’s hard to stand up. It’s hard. I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to be here. I want to be home and I want to read and garden and load my dishwasher. I do. I love that. It’s embarrassing and terrifying to put the target on your forehead. And it sets you up for all sorts of attacks and armies of brownshirts and bots and worse. And the only way you can do it is to feel you have to. You have to. You don’t have an option. You have to stand up, speak up, act up!
Thank you. You are. You are it! You are it!

And when I load my dishwasher from where I live in New York City, I can look out my window and I see the Statue of Liberty. And she reminds me of Mr.Grossman and the first trip there and all my great grandparents who came through and paddes by that poem. Many of them fled religious, religious intolerance in the old world and we Americans have the right to reject the imposition of unwanted religious practice in our lives. We have the right to live our lives, with God or without her, as we choose. There’s a prohibition in this country against the establishment of state religion in our Constitution, and we have the right to choose with whom we live, whom we love and who and what gets to interfere with our bodies. As Americans, men, women, people, gay, straight, LGBTQ, all of us have the human right to life and liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. And if you think people were mad when they thought the government was coming after their guns, wait until you see they try to take away our happiness!” 

Honoree Meryl Streep speaks onstage during the 2017 Human Rights Campaign Greater New York Gala at Waldorf Astoria Hotel on February 11, 2017 in New York City. (x)


Follow me through
The city of frost-covered angels
I swear I have nothing to prove
I just want to dance in your tangles
To give me some reason to move

Inktober Day 4 

IT’S FINISHED AHHHH (see below for an actual explanation of EVERYTHING)

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  • taehyung to jimin : Haha dude,,,you are so cute bro. want to be my bf? Bf means brofriend, so its like double the bro. Youre my best bro dude. I love you man. I really love you so much <3 <3
Let's talk about Mob Psycho 100

(like a little bit of spoilers)

Alright, it’s obvious that ONE intended to make this series more serious as opposed the the comedy-oriented One Punch Man.

While I really enjoy his humor (and it’s definitely in mp100), I also just really like his storytelling in general. It’s witty, it’s pretty quick, and his characters are lovely. The drama he writes is just as filled with content as the humor.

What I don’t understand is how he is also great at ripping my fucking heart out and tearing it to shreds

You guys remember the Mogami arc or whatever??? It fucking KILLED ME!! I CANT ADD PICS BECAUSE IM ON MOBILE BUT MOB IS SO FUCKING KIND AND GOOD AND EVERYTHING!!!!


This is SO MUCH MORE serious and emotional than OPM and I do like it but there are so many differences and it’s just!!!

I mean the comedy relief is Reigen basically (bless his soul) but he also got a part where it gets all emotional and shit when he was like “mob ur all grown now im PROUD” (not actually quoting haha) AND IT WRECKED ME TOO

Also Mob is like 14 and he’s put in all these situations and he’s gotta deal with them and he’s experiencing all this violence but he HANDLES IT LIKE A CHAMP

where was i going with this? oh yeah

IN CONCLUSION if you’re like “hmmmmm should i really read mob psycho 100 won’t it be the same kinda story? i mean theres a super powerful person and a teacher/disciple dynamic it sounds the same” you are MISTAKEN it’s a really different experience from OPM and there’s gonna be an anime for it so GET INTO IT!! IT’S REAL GOOD!!!

EVERY(!!!) pynch moment in trc part 3: blue lily, lily blue

 alternatively titled: if you didn’t think adam was bi before,, well bud, u do now

part 1 // part 2


“Maybe I dreamt you,” [Ronan] said.

“Thanks for the straight teeth then,” Adam replied. (pg. 13)

ok, an anon asked me to explain the significance of this quote and i’m gonna try to do my best. this is the first textual example of ronan,, (hear me out),, actually, intentionally flirting. did he mean it in the ‘adam you’re so unreal, you’re like a dream, i love you so much’ way? maybe!!! maybe not!!! but regardless, ronan made a joke that he knew could be taken as a romantic advance, and he did it ANYWAY!! this just shows how far he’s come since the dream thieves. adam handles this statement well and honestly? this sets up the entire book in terms of their relationship

Blue’s voice warred with the engine and Ronan’s still abusive electronica. It seemed impossible that Adam could sleep through it. (pg. 33-34)

hmmm, adam is so used to his extremely loud music that he can sleep through it??? he must spend a lot of time around ronan, then …..hmmmm

For a moment, he watched Ronan and tried to imagine that he was a teacher instead of a Ronan. It was impossible. Adam couldn’t decide if it was how he’d shoved up his sleeves or the apocalyptic way he tied his tie. (pg. 78)

mostly I’m including this line to remind you all that adam thought of ronan as a teacher, a king, and a god all in one book (but we’ll get to the last two later ok)

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anonymous asked:

Jessica! I was wondering, what is the most meaningful lyrics/quote from Taylor for you?

Ok so if you know me well enough you’d know that fifteen is my favorite song because of certain lyrics within it:
“I’ve found time can heal most anything and you just might find who you’re supposed to be”
“When all you wanted was to be wanted wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now”.
I stan this song more than explainable because of the fact that these two lyrics have grown up with me and truly helped me when I was feeling lost, left out, heartbroken, etc. I could go on but I’ll spare you the time haha.
thanks for asking xx

I haven’t seen anyone talk about this so you perhaps haven’t noticed: during the Bigfest Alex said, just before talking about Ford’s and Stan’s drawing skills, that he “imagined Ford’d be good at anything requiring dexterity, for example drawing, tickling and playing the piano….” GUYS. The headcanon about Ford playing the piano has been confirmed. (x)

wolfgods  asked:

♥ (ask you shall receive, for Jaime)


Send me a ♥ and i’ll bold my muse’s preferrences. Strike both if there’s a special preferrence.

Open Curtain / Closed Curtain 

Sunlight’s meant to be enjoyed- not shunned!”

Stray Cat / House Cats 

what’s the difference? cats are cats are cats

 @wolfgods: “ok but Jaime isn’t that bias i mean you are a cat”


Outside / Inside 

Being inside is so suffocating sometimes. There’s so much to explore!”

Half-Empty / Half-Full 

Jaime’s just an all around optimistic person.

TV / Radio 

The guy grew up with listening to the radio before he watched TV. Plus, he can tune in whenever and where he is and jam out.

Sing / Dance 

“¿Porqué no los dos?”

Glasses / Contact Lens 

”Contacts are the devil’s creation. Nothing should be goin’ inside of your eyeballs.”

Shoes / Sandals 

Am I the only one that kinda enjoys the sound they make when you walk in them?”

Cash / Credits 

That’s just how he’s been paid since he was a teen. It’s fast to get and preferable with his job.

Hike / Dive 

He doesn’t really like to be in large bodies of water for a long time.

Casual / Elegant 

”Elegant makes me itchy.

Center / Corner 

Corners make him feel, well, literally cornered and slightly panicked.

Sword / Shield 

Jaime isn’t the type to wield a sword, so to speak, and he’d rather deflect than to attack first.

Airplane / Boat 

Heights in general are his favorite, and he get’s seasick.

PHOTOSHOP IS OPEN, I CAN’T SLEEP you know what this means..

-make me choose between characters
-make me choose between ships
-make me choose between series
-send me a character
-send me a ship
-send me anything at all (typo quotes, names for playlists, playlist themes, etc.)

and i’ll make some edits/playlists/things

I’m really hurt.
I told you you didn’t have
to talk to me again and
you said “ok.”

It’s been about a week
since we’ve spoken
and I feel like you’ve
completely forgotten me.

I’ve been replaced.
You didn’t even try to
make me stay, you just
let me leave.
Now I’m here,
lost, unsure, incomplete.
Fuck I miss you so much.

I didn’t mean it when I
said I never wanted to hear
from you again.

and you knew it too.

Reversed chapter 4

Song suggestions: good girls by 5sos, rollercoaster by bleachers

“Okay goodnight!” I said softly, closing my door behind me. I pressed myself flat against the door and took a deep breath. It was almost 10, and I was about to do the worst thing  could possibly do. Sneak out. I paced around my room. I knew I would be a nervous wreck until then. I needed someone to calm me down. Trina and Ryan. Perfect. I called Trina right away and she answered, almost like I woke her up. “Hello?” she groaned

“Were you sleeping?”

“Ya. Tonight is my netflix and oero night.” she reminded

“Oh yah sorry. Is there anyway you could make this your sneak out with me night?”  bit my lip 

“Viv? Did I just hear you right?” she gasped

“Well if you heard something about sneaking out then yes.” I croaked

“Uhh sure sure. What’s the plan?" 

"Well get to my house as soon as you can and come around the back and I’ll let you in then Sam will come get us at 11.” I said quietly

“Sam? Viv, your going out with Sam tonight?”


“I hope you know what your getting yourself into. See you soon.” she hung up. I didn’t know what that last part was supposed to mean, but oh well. Next I had to call Ryan. He answered on the very last ring.

“What’s up cous?" 

"Hey so what are you doing tonight?" 

"I’m going to JJ’s house." 

"With Sam?” I asked hopefully


“Thank God!” I groaned. 

“Haha what?” he asked confused

“Sam invited me.” I told him proudly

“Oh cool, see you there then.” He said, we both hung up. Now, hopefully I could relax a little. I was so nervous and unsure of what was about to happen. I didn’t know what to expect or what to think, but that was the exciting aspect of it too. The first thing I had to do was change out of this dress. For some reason, I was compelled to wear something that wasn’t exactly my designated style. I was going for a darker look. After a long time of looking through my closet, I found my red, the 1975 t-shirt that I only wore to bed. I slipped it on and a pair of boyfriend shorts. I studied myself in the mirror for what felt like hours. I felt so, so, out my limit. I felt like the type of girl that would be seen with Sam. I loved it. I also put on my black converse that I wore for gym. My phone went off, Trina texted me,

Trina💎: I’m here

Me: coming!!

I healed my breath as I walked down the stairs to the living room. “What are you doing?” someone asked. I jumped 5 feet and my phone went flying out of my hand. Thank the lord it was only Will. “Holy shit Will you scared the crap out of me.” I laughed quietly, placing my hand over my rapidly beating heart. I looked around the living room and couldn’t believe I didn’t notice the TV and lamp was on. ”Wait, are you leaving?” he gasped

“Yes…Pplease don’t tell.” I begged.

“Okay, but you owe me.” he decided.

“Okay, thank you so much.” I sighed in relief. I opend the back door for Trina who came in quickly.

“Ready?” she smield

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I pushed my hair back put of my face. A few moments later, I got a text from Sam.

Sam: what’s your address?

me: 5606 Clear Crow Drive. 

I responded immediately. I put my phone back in my pocket. “What are we even gonna do?” I asked

“Hang out.” Trina shrugged

“I belive the correct term is chill.” Will corrected, making Trina and I giggle. Within a few minuets, I got another text

Sam: Were out front ;)

I began to panick. I don’t think I had ever been more nervous in my whole entire life. 

“Okay Viv, calm down. It’s all gonna be cool and no matter what, don’t let them think your nervous. They’ll totally take advantage of that.” she instructed. I nodded obediently. “Bye Willy, love you." 

"Good luck, love you too.” he waved me off. I slipped out the door followed by Trina and I was home free. I made it out of the house alive and to top if all off, Sam was waiting for me across the yard for me, looking adorable. “You did it!” He smiled, picking me up and twirling me around. I falt myself relax against his touch, and I knew this was going to be the best night. He led me out to a beat up pick up truck and I sat in the bed of the truck, another first. Before we drove off, Sam introduced me to the other people in the car. He introduced the driver first. “Vivian this is Kenny.” he said. The boy nodded his head at me. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too.” I smiled. Then he moved to the girl in the middle, I knew her from school, we just never talked. “Hey Vivian?” she smiled, but looked confused as to why I would be here. “Hey Aria!” I laughed. “Ok Kenny lets’ go!” Sam yelled. Kenny went speeding off without warning, blaring the music as well. I fell back into Sam. “Oh sorry.” I blushed, pulling my self off of him. He just laughed. 

“So, are you ready to start living?” he asked

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“Ha well if this isn’t living then I don’t know what is.” I shook my head in disbelief. Not more then two days ago, I would have slapped myself if I could see where I was. I had snuck out of my house because some boy I barely knew told me to. We got to Jack Johnson’s house,  I was so in the moment  forgot how to be nervous. Sam lead me through the door and down to the hazy, dimly lit basement filled with giggling strangers. I had never been in an atmosphere like this before, and it was absolutely thrilling. “Hey, I have to introduce you to someone.” Sam whispered, pulling me over to a couch on the other side of the basement. A boy with tattoos across his cheat and earrings looked up at me. He was beyond intimidating. “Nate, this is Vivian.” Sam said. Nate looked me up and down then stood right in front of me, face to face. I gulped nervously. i felt like backing away but then I remembered Trina’s words, “don;t let them see your nervous.” Nate’s serious expression vanished and a toothy grin appeared on his face. “Hey I’m Nate.”

“Hey.” I laughed, relieved. 

“Your really only 15?” he asked

“Ya? Howe’d you know?”

“Sam, obviously.” he shrugged

“Sam, let’s keep this girl innocent ok?” he turned to me.“It’s cute on her.” he flattered. 

“She’s in good hands.” he hit Nate on the back. 

“I’m going to go migle.” I said, backing away

“Have fun!” Sam said

“Don’t do drugs!” Nate added. I walked back to where I came in at and Saw Trina and Ryan talking to Aria. “Where did you go?” Trina asked

“Sam took me to meet Nate." 

"Oh my God Nate is hot.” Aria butted in.

“I never ever thought I would see you at something like this.” Ryan laughed as he hugged me

“Ya! I did’nt know you were friends with Sam!” Aria said

“Well we kinds just met.” I shrugged

“Oh you’ll love him, he’s so funny.” she flipped her jet black hair over her shoulder. 

“Ya.” I shoved my hands in my back pockets

“Oh my gosh I love your shirt!” she smield

“Oh thanks! Your outfit is so cute!” I returned the compliment

“Thanks! So, do you think you’ll be hanging around again?”

“Uh I hope so!” I answered

“Me too!” she beamed

“So, can I get your number?” I asked

“Sure! She chirped. We exchanged numbers. I liked these people. Everyone was funny and laid back and accepting. I only hoped they liked me as much as I liked them. After a little while, everyone decided to go to a nearby park. I walked closely to Sam. "You seem to be enjoying yourself.” he commented.

“I really am." 

"Everyone is enjoying you. The guys think your hot, the girls think your sweet, and everyone thinks your adorable. Including me.” he said, throwing his arm casually around me. In my head, all I could think was that this was moving way to fast, I was giving him too much control over me. We literally met a day ago, and I was already making bad decisions to please him. But, I decided to let it happen, just this once.

“Let’s go up there.” Sam pointed to the roof of a pavilian. 


“I’ll lift you up.” I climbed onto a picnic table and Sam did the rest of the work by lifting me up. He pulled himself up and took a seat by me on the roof. “Your a really cool girl, but I still don’t know that much about you.” he turned to look at me. I could barely see his face here in the dark.

“Well, I think it’s my turn to find out more about you.” I kicked my leg over my other

“I guess your right. What do you want to know?”

“Who are you?” I quoted

“I don’t know. I mean, I like music and just hanging around with friends. I’ve never really had much of a problem with being me. I know who I am, I think I always have.” I nodded, not totally shocked by his answer

“Okay, what’s your favorite song then?” I continued

“Oh jeez, that’s hard. How about when I come ground?”

“Greenday. Nice.” I nodded

“What’s your’s?” he asked, almost a whisper

“I can’t pick just one.” I threw my head back

“Lets do something fun.” He suggested


“So you will tell me who you think I am and I’ll tell you who you are." 

"Ok. Sam. You are, as cliche as it sounds, a classic bad boy. You do what feels good, just simply because you want to. You let everyone see this cool, laid back, tough version of you but deep down your sensitive. But, that’s just what I think.” I finished

“Ok, not bad Viv. Alright, my turn.” I rubbed my hands together, excited to hear what he had to say.“Your actually not that hard to figure out.” he added, making me giggle. “Ok, Vivian. You are innocent by actions, guilty by thoughts. Everyone thinks you’ve got it all figured out for yourself, but if it were up to you, you wouldn’t be living the life your parents built for yourself. You dream of adventure and leaving this black and white town, but you don;t know where to start, because your afraid to disappoint the people your living for, when really you should be living for yourself. You’ve got alot to say, you just eel voiceless. You don"t allow yourself to be all that you can because your scared. That’s who you are.” he asserted, leaving me speechless.

“I didn’t even know that about myself…” I trailed off into the whole new world that I was just exposed to, thanks to Sam

“So, where are you going to college?” I asked, directing the conversation back to him

“I’m not going at all.” he said flatly

“What?” I could only imagine how much more my parents would hate him now.

“Yah, it’s not really for me. I like to live one day at a time. I know it dosen’t sound like much of a plan, but oh well.”

“It’s really not.” I laughed. 

“Guys! Come on we have to go!” Kenny called from the ground. I quickly hoppen onto the table then to the ground followed by Sam. On the short walk back to Jack’s, I got a text

Will: you’ve been gone for hours, come home!

I sighed and showed the text to Sam. “How old is your brother?”

“12. He’s so annoying sometimes. I’m sorry but I really need to go home." 

"Yah, I know.” he nodded “Kenny can give us a ride. I would but my car is at home.”

“Sorry, I wish I could stay a little longer.”

“It’s fine, really.” he laughed. His phone rang and he answerd it. I saw the contact name was Vanessa. “Hey.” he said, I only heard peices of the conversation.

“Sorry, I can’t tonight, tomorrow?”

“I know, I want to to.”

“Tomorrow it is. Can’t wait.” then, he hung up. It was too early for me to have my feelings hurt, but I could still be curious. “Who was that?”

“Oh, she’s a family friend.” I knew he was lying, but I wasn’t going to make a big deal of it. Honestly, he wasn’t mine, so why should I care?

I got home safely, Sam even hugged me at the door. He told me he wanted to see me again sometime this week, of course I agreed. I went into Will’s room, he was soundly sleeping. He held his phone in his hand, probably waiting for a text from me. I crawled beside him in bed and he woke up right away. “Your home. Oh thank god I thought you were never coming back.” he said sleepily.

“Of course I came back.” I giggled, pinching his arm

“Did you have fun?”


"Who was that guy?”

“What guy?” I asked worried

“The one who was waiting for you before you left.” he yawned

“Oh, he’s just a friend.” I smiled to myself.