𝙲𝚎𝚌𝚎

why ppl leave things in jesus hands knowing he got holes in them, is beyond me

what? oh sweetheart no, you're not weirding me out at all. you're weirding me in. keep talking, freak

Wait, so you’re telling me today’s the 4th? What’s next, the 5th? The minor fall? The major lift?

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

rb to give a snout-out to the gays