For whatever we lose
(a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves
we find in the sea.
- E.E. Cummings
"God, I don’t even know where to start. I’m here. I’m here for you, okay? No matter what. You can scream and you can yell and be as mean and self-destructive as you want. Because I know you’re going to be here for me when it’s my turn to fall apart. Let them come, Clint. Let every one of those tracksuit-wearing sub-verbal bullying scumbags come at us. Because you and me? Together? Together, Clint, I think you and me are the person we both wish we could be. And I know that person is worth something. I know that person can pretty much do anything."
Let’s talk about Tom and tight shirts. Those buttons on his shirts are screaming for mercy, lol.
I wonder if anyone ever looks at me while I’m doing something and thinks I’m pretty. Because I do that all the time to people.
you know those people who are just luminous, like they’re so beautiful and everything they do is endearing and all you can do is stare and hope that some of their light hits you someday. maybe it’s not even romantic but they’re just such people, they’re humans, and they’re so beautiful that you cannot make yourself look away