me as a teacher
Me talking to the director who made a movie about the book
me being a good friend
There are three types of people.
imagine niagara falls….. but chocolate milk
It was meant to be one of those silly posts with bad grammar that circulate on tumblr these days, but somehow it ended up being too detailed for that. And yet, it took me ages so i’m gonna post it anyway.
If you happen to think it doesn’t suck, please don’t steal or repost or whatever. \o/
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I hope when you die you get to see your stats like how many times you laughed or told a lie or kissed or how many people loved you and how many people hated you and what you meant to people
I did lose hope, you know, but I’d get it back. Developed rituals in order to hang on to it. I would stare at your photo on the murder board. And I started thinking if I would look at it enough everyday that would keep you alive. And then I had this thing about your chair. I wouldn’t let anyone touch it. And the night janitor came by and tried to move the chair and I freaked out and almost shot him.