#mochabisexual

am i a troubled kid? yeah. you could say that.

they sleep

AH THANK YOU WRITING IT WAS SO MUCH FUN.

don’t i get a kiss for luck? it’s kind of a tradition, right? come back alive, seaweed brain. then we’ll see.

and we'll be flying through the streets with the people underneath, and they're running, running, running;    b u t   d o   y o u   f e e l   l i k e   a   y o u n g   g o d   ?

Swimming and you, Ari. Those are the things I love the most. You shouldn't say that. It's true.

i am never, ever going to make things easy for you, seaweed brain. get used to it.

Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is       a brain...          and an athlete...             and a basket case...                a princess...                   and a criminal... Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.