But I'm holding on for dear life, won't look down won't open my eyes

phosphorescentt:

can we please destroy this idea that a person has to talk to you every minute of every day to like you

texting all day is not natural

force communication all hours of the day is not natural

"I know you’ll never hear this, but someday…there may be someone who should know about you…us. Your name was Gwen Stacy. Mine is Peter Parker. This is the story of how we fell in love.”

Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us. In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.

The Breakfast Club (1985)