home to me, home with you

the worst part of me is i will never forget a single person. they will forever live within me. i breathe them in each day and I let their memory find home within the crevices of my mind. they're in the food I eat, the routes i take, my minor decisions and my life changing ones. I put this painting up because she liked yellow. and i have a calico because they were your favorite. i planted these flowers because he always talked about gardens. I am all the people I've known and will ever know

i suffer the curse of "my favorite characters are always the most mischaracterized ones"

god I stop using tumblr for like a month and i come back to the worst format of reblogging on mobile ever