tryna cheer up a friend whom you really adore is so hard its like trying to convince the sun of its own warmth
i’m thinking of you bb. love you <3
You’re the best, thanks! Love you too <3!
I’m always here to talk. And I swear one day I’ll come and visit you even if it’s next year after I graduate and get a job. And then we’ll go off together and have adventures far away from school and responsibilities (this includes Disneyland fyi) :)
T’ain’t no big thing,
I’m getting outta here ‘cause there’s too many complications,
Me I’m just a poor boy, from across the far southland,
And when I see your face,
I broke a promise to myself
Send me a ‘hi’ and I will put my playlist on shuffle, write down the first line of five songs and give it to you as a poem.
I love how she almost drops it until she smells it and that flashbulb memory hits.
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real … Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”