I don’t remember the way every song goes.
I can’t recall every person I’ve met.
I get names mixed up all the time.
I’m terrible with birthdays.
But I remember all the ways people have affected me.
How our stories became memories.
And if you were brave enough to make one then you’re in there somewhere.
Anonymous said: i have had an identity crisis, and i totally understand where you are coming from, but i think a 14 year old calling themselves a gray aromantic, gray asexual bioromantic, heteronormic pan with a hint of demisexual, is getting out of hand
Why does that concern you? Let them live their life and focus on living your own. They’re not hurting themselves or anyone by their identity, so it’s fine.
why couldn’t i be born with an older brother who is my best friend and has hot friends that flirt with me and drives me places like mcdonalds when im sad and punches rude boys in the face for me.
My brother once sat on me and farted until I passed out
my brother duct taped me to a treadmill and turned it to the highest setting once
when I was four my brother locked me in a ferret cage for an hour on Christmas Eve
My brothers and I have good relationships…