I watched the contents of his soul for a moment and saw a black-painted boy calling the name Jesse Owens as he ran through an imaginary tape. I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor.
you never realize how boring your life is until someone asks what you like to do for fun.
He’s the king of mixed signals and she’s the queen of second thoughts.
I feel like they just conspired together…
THE WINK, THE WINK IS KILLING ME.
This is so adorable!!
*dives into pile of books*