boyfriends, much like communism, are better in theory
on a scale from khan to steve rogers how well do you handle being turned into a superhuman science experiment and frozen for decades
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