"The lock on your diary wasn’t very good, so it’s your fault I read your diary."
Um, list of heroes:
2) Maimed war veterans
3) Captain America
4) Dogs that save little girls from wells.
You know who is NOT on the list? Illegal hackers and leakers of non-consensual nudity.
I am a demon, and I practice Kabbalah, and I’m a vegan. That’s what people think.
Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.
You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.
You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.
You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.
be a pal and like people’s text posts. reblog their selfies. respond to their questions. even if you don’t know the answer and even if you’ve never really talked to them before. there’s nothing worse that feeling alone on a website where everyone promotes love and friendship.