the professor asked me what benjamin franklins brothers name was and i panicked and said frank benjalin. i have never fucked up that hard in my entire life
"it’s the missing pieces that remind us of what’s been lost. it’s the pieces that come undone when you hear your old song, when you find his sweatshirt in the back of your closet, it’s the pieces that run away when you hear another girl speak his name. these little pieces that rip at our seams, attacking what little things we have holding us together. these pieces tear away at us, these pieces that tear us in two. it’s because of this we often feel torn between things. between moving forward and holding on. and when the time comes, and trust me it will, you will be faced with a choice. i’m telling you which to choose, choose yourself. choose your pieces, don’t choose the song, or the way his name sounds when it’s finally spoken aloud. choose that laugh of yours. choose your big brown eyes. choose yourself. your whole self. and after this choice, not directly after, because life doesn’t work like that you know, but after some time, you will be whole again, and those cracks will be filled with light, and my dear, you will shine."
- anonymous. (via youlovecelia)
we’ve all got that weird pretty big secret that we don’t really hide but like we don’t flaunt it like “My brother died of cancer” or “I’m gay” or “I tried to kill myself last year” or anything really and when you find out somebody’s big plot twist you know you’re in this friendship for the long run