but then I started annotating it
and I just wrote “oh shit, shots fired” in the margins
…guess I won’t be doing that then
whenever we say good-bye, RPB hugs me like he doesn’t want to let me go
that is all
(Source: piercinald)
DW Confidential Rewatch: 4x02 The Italian Job
except mine should be for how many days it has been since my last email to a certain former teacher
(for the record, we’re back to zero; and it had been almost two weeks! I seriously have a problem.)
hey remember that time I was pretty sure a teacher confessed to me that he wanted to die?
and I had no fucking clue where to go or who to talk to about it or if I could even talk to anyone about it?
(for the record, students? You are not obligated to carry a teacher’s problems. You aren’t. You can express your concern, but you are not ever obligated to hold their secrets. You should not have to bear the responsibility of their feelings.)
WHOOOOOO
WHOOOOO
WHOOOOO
THIS IS MY LIFE
THESE ARE MY CHOICES
My brain can’t handle this much gorgeousness. I’m not mentally equipped for this.
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