Salem <3

Still alive and kicking it

It's hard to watch dead poets society and not think of Mrs doubtfire 
          
          Also hello wattpad!! I missed you guys! Talk to me, how's it been?

Remembered something cute, wanted to write it out how it went down.
          
          8tb grade formal had been something I was dreading for many weeks before it ever even happened. On the day it did, I had not expected my feelings for a certain boy to return in full.
          
          He was stupid.
          
           I love him despite this, despite the fact that he wore huge sunglasses that covered half his face for most of the night bc it pissed me off. Despite the fact that he didn't even dress formally, and instead was simply in a button down overlayed by his same jacket he always wore. Despite the fact that he was too nervous to dance with me as more then a joke. Despite the fact that, even not as my date, he still acted as my date because I didn't have one, and he didn't either.
          
          At one point, I remembered his friends had ditched him. He'd found me, whether intentionally or not, and struck up conversation in the hall outside the gym. We later got sick of sitting on the floor out there and moved to the main dance.
          
          While in there, I realizing just how much I loved him. How despite all the things he'd done, he was still that same boy in 5th grade math, who helped me on my quizzes and apologized when I cried over not understanding it. Something within me struck deep, like a chill on the base of my spine.
          
          And all I could do was smile, as I carefully removed a rose pin from my hair, and placed it on his jacket.
          
          And for once, instead of stupidly laughing off my affections or calling it gross, he adjusted it thanked me.
          
          And then, he had something to remember me by for later that night.
          
          :)
          
          (P.s: he later told me he really, really wanted to ask me to slow dance with him but literally neither of us know how to slow dance.)

Thinking Abt making an anderperry playlist. Also thinking Abt posting anderperry fics on here.
          
          Should I?? 

I have a very Anderperry coded song for you!!

Guys I refuse to believe that the song "the night we met" by lord Huron wasn't written by Todd after Neil's death.
          
          Like as a poem.

There's something so sonorous about the idea that; only I can understand why something means so much to me. Why, cold coffee and waking up at 12 pm in the summers is so delightful for me. Why I like cats more then dogs. Why purple is my favorite color. What relaxation painting gives me.
          
          See, I can explain to you that: coffee in the hot summer mornings is nice, but there's something particular about getting your coffee when the coffee pots long been turned off and the drink is room temp. And I can tell you that cats are just so much more like me then dogs, and how purple is a rich yet fulfilled color, but those words could mean nothing to you, and still create volumes of feelings for me. 
          
          And how about when we say we understand that? Well, we do. But, with human perspectives comes different interpretations and thought processes as no one person is even an iota of the next.
          
          We may have the same make up; flesh, blood, brain and bones, but yet, we cannot subject ourselves to believing we will always understand one another on the same baseline level. If we did, there would be no secrets in the world- no matter of arguments, no ripple in the tides. We would all be so monotonous it would be hard to ever think again.
          
          So alas I share this to remind you that you're opinions matter if not to anyone else, then yourself; and they can be unique, even if shared by a billion people because the way you see it is definitely not how someone else does.

I think I'm gonna start posting on here again? Idk

I keep a roll of toilet paper by my bed bc I cry so often while writing this stupid fic.
          
          (Check out my AO3 I post there hella it's still Salemlostsignal)

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