SO IN ONE OF MY CLASSES THERE’S THIS GIRL THAT IS THE STEREOTYPICAL WHITE GIRL AND SHE SHOWS UP EVERY DAY 5 MINUTES LATE WITH A STARBUCKS BUT TODAY SHE CAME TO CLASS ON TIME WITH MESSY HAIR AND A RAVENCLAW SCARF, A DOCTOR WHO SHIRT, AN APERTURE SCIENCE WATER BOTTLE AND ABOUT 10 OTHER FANDOMS AND JUST SAT DOWN NEXT TO ME AND SAID
“im so sorry”
Do you ever get like super vulnerable late at night that you just want to spill your heart out and say how you feel because you’ve been holding it in for so long and you just need some ventilation and there’s just something about two in the morning that makes me lose my filter and say the things I would never have the guts to say when the sun is up.
I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know, maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater was. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend, confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store.
I think about this all the time