Tell Me Three Things

SN: you know that piece of hair that always falls into your eyes—the not-quite-a-bang piece? I want to be able to tuck it behind your ear. I want to be able to do that. I want to meet you when I feel comfortable enough with you to do that.

I wonder what it’s like to talk in superlatives like these girls do: Ethan, you are just the funniest! For reals. Like, the funniest!

and fwiw, welcome to the jungle.
yours truly, Somebody Nobody

you make me want to know what goes on in that head of yours. I’ll be honest: I’m not usually interested in the contents of other people’s heads. my own is work enough.

for me to discover this one important life lesson: turns out you can grow immune to weird.

Would a drug addict take the time to memorize poetry?

re you asking me if I did something to deserve Gem tripping me and calling me a whore, a slut, and a fat ugly bitch? Seriously? You are asking me that?”

I am here, I want to scream. Why am I so easily forgotten?

SN: (3) I like you.
Me: (3) I like you too.

tell me three things and then maybe