i don’t even really want to go to college i just want to move to chicago or new york and work in some bookstore or a coffee shop and go to bars and drink and have sex with attractive strangers and buy all my clothes from thrift shops and take pictures and people watch and have a nice little apartment with brick walls and wood floors and a record player
“It is terrifying to think that one day you will trust somebody enough to let them see you naked. You will undress and remind them that you’ve stretch marks and birth marks and scars from having chicken pox when you were little and scars from all of the other things now. You will blush thousands of shades of red, painting yourself as a rose losing its petals. And that person - that person will take it all in. And I wonder if they will reassure you. But mostly, I wonder if they will even see anything worth reassuring you about. I hope they see each freckle on your back as if it’s a star and you are the whole universe to them.”—
This frightens me but its the most beautiful thing ever
J2 Story Time: One time my mom and step mom were in vancouver while she was doing some work on a film and they saw "those two guys from that ghost show. you know those pretty ones" getting in a car. and "the giraffe one" was in the drivers seat and "the other pretty one" was about to get into the passenger seat but "giraffe boy" kept accelerating and jerking the car forward so "pretty boy" couldn't get in. And they did it for 5 minutes.