If I told you about her, what would I say? That they lived happily ever after? I believe they did. That they were in love? That they remained in love? I’m sure that’s true. But when I think of her - of Elisa - the only thing that comes to mind is a poem, whispered by someone in love, hundreds of years ago: “Unable to perceive the shape of You, I find You all around me. Your presence fills my eyes with Your love, It humbles my heart, For You are everywhere.” The Shape of Water (2017) dir. Guillermo Del Toro
me: a mean girls musical? idk… this song’s a little cheesy…
me, one hour later: AND IF I EAT ALONE FROM THIS MOMENT ON, THAT’S JUST WHAT I’LL DO, ‘CAUSE I’D RATHER BE ME, I’D RATHER BE ME, I’D RATHER BE ME THAN BE! WITH! YOU!
i mean… okay, well if you and regina are best friends now, you can be in charge of keeping all her secrets
for example,
she bought you those high heeled shoes just to make fun of you cause she knew you wouldn’t be able to walk in them
and she’s not really blonde: her natural color is dark blonde
also, she totally cheats on aaron. every thursday, she says she has SAT prep, but really, she’s hooking up with shane oman in the north shore lion’s costume
This is my brain and I live in it, it's made of love and bad song lyrics. It's tucked away behind my eyes where all my fucked up thoughts can hide, cause God forbid I hurt somebody.