in other news, my crush from a month-long high school teen trip has a new girlfriend, how nice for him
just keepin tabs on every crush since the fifth grade, hbu
i hate when you’re going home late at night and your train goes local and you’re looking at all these random stops like, “people live here? what is this?” the doors open in like a mystic swamp, the docks to an abandoned lighthouse, just a staircase descending into the shadows.
ugh, when authors italicize too much. it narrows and dulls the meaning, when they decide what to emphasize, how it’ll be read. a visible fault line in their confidence that they’ll be understood.
bj novak looks like if frankie muniz turned out right