physically i'm in july, but mentally i’m still processing february.

it's keep your wits about you wednesday

and i will make everything romantic because it is

it fucks me up so much that george grew up knowing exactly what he owed his parents to the penny and moved out to live on his own as a teen and developed these hangups about indebtedness and coming off as a self-sufficient adult and not being a burden and then even with all of that ate from the albons' table every night for a year. like there's loving someone so much that you make them feel comfortable and welcome, and there's loving someone so much that you can put your pride away and let yourself owe them something

casting spell of : i dont think that's true

i have wild sentences roaming through me at all times