todd anderson going home in all his sulky emo wannabe glory only to lay on the living room couch near the phone , swinging his legs in the air and giggling into the phone while talking to his boyfriend

Sorry for being obsessed with love. As if it's my fault

there's an end to the loneliness, right? it ends, eventually? and i'll be finally whole inside?

and maybe i am a little bit in love with all of my friends. how could i not be when they place their whole heart in my hands and trust me to carry it safely home? lazy days spent in comfortable silence, tearful nights spent giving each other a reason to live. the exhilaration of learning your little quirks melting into a future where i know you better than the lines on my open palms. mutual understanding to be forever gentle with one another. inside jokes that follow me long after you've gone, reminding me to slow down and laugh a little more. your eyes are the lens through which i can see the world with love. your embrace is the shelter under which i find strength to continue on.

To everyone who reads this, I put a flower in your hair

bobby rehearsing what he’s going to say in the mirror, being awkward in front of his crush, feeling left out when all of his friends have different clubs going on, being awful at lying to his mom, panicking when he has to talk for two minutes straight for a class speech, all while trying to figure out who he is has me yelling because it’s so freaking relatable. so true king

remember when you were 10 and you would hang out with your friends in order to Look At The Computer together like you went to their house and experienced the information superhighway together. and then leave

growing up I was always afraid of being Found Out. not sure what I was hiding. just my whole self I guess

being mutuals isn’t enough we need to eat breakfast in the garden together

do you ever think oh actually i am never going to stop being eleven years old and lonely