i'd much rather have one great person to talk to every night than have several pointless conversations with temporary people. - lowercase intended- © don-t-call-me-eds

"wh-why are you taking pic-pictures of me, stuh-stan?" "because you look like the sun." ☀︎ ☀︎ ☀︎ ☀︎ ☀︎ or where each soulmate gets the others pain, and bill has a habit of accidentally hurting himself- a lot.

bill denbrough a shy boy, is forced to join a camp to make new friends. when he gets there, he realizes his cabin roommate is really nice, almost too nice. stanley uris, that's his name. he doesn't know if he likes him or not... join bill too see what he thinks about his sexuality and how he can deal with this. [LOWER CASE INTENDED!]

"we're g-g-going t-to find each other, o-okay?" stanley took in a shaky breath before responding. "promise?" "p-promise."

to bill, you remind me of the moonlight & the stars & the dark night. quiet, serene & under-appreciated. others would ignore you & wait instead for the morning to come. not me, though. midnight is my favorite time of day. xx