I sometimes found myself wondering if a more conventional way existed to show people how laid back I was. Nothing, I had told myself for so long, expressed chill sensibilities more than my pineapple cup. Well, that all changed when I found out about Hawaiian shirts.
“Basic white guys in the US wear:
• New Balance shoes
• Gap/Levi’s jeans
• Band T-shirt
• College hoodie.”
Someone set up this place. Someone planned for this. Someone picked us for a reason.
My friends and family never questioned the times when I suddenly excused myself and locked myself in the bathroom for at least ten minutes until my anxiety attacks calmed down. They never asked me why I always wore long sleeve shirts, even if the sun was shining bright out. They never noticed that I stopped eating.
Not all heroes wear capes (but they do wear backpacks).
Strong couples call one another out.
I begged to read his mind. I wanted to know every thought that ran through it.
Date someone who cannot rest easy knowing that you had a rough day.
I wanted to shoot the comfort into my veins, like a drug. I wanted it so badly.
When I hear your voice, I know I am home.