Me Posting On Tumblr:

my internal monologue is better than any podcast. wish you guys could hear this shit

So, you’re telling me that this Mike Wheeler right here is the same Mike Wheeler who:

Made it his soul mission to find Will when everyone else - including his friends - believed him to be dead.

Who sobbed into his mother’s arms when he himself believed Will had died.

Who recognised Will’s voice within 0.5 seconds of him singing over a pretty shitty, pretty static, 1983 model walkie talkie.

Who dragged Will away from Halloween so they could talk through his trauma and told him he wouldn’t leave him alone.

Who slept in a hospital chair right next to Will so he never had to leave his side.

Who told Will that asking him to be his friend was the best thing he’s ever done.

Who noticed any slight change to Will’s demeanour within a split second.

Who biked through a thunderstorm to apologise for being twat because he couldn’t stand Will being mad at him any longer than necessary?!

RIP Mike Wheeler, I guess🫡

people always tell me “oh but you always reread the same three books” like yeah bitch i stole my personality from them sometimes i need to brush up on the details

But I still don't know how to hold your hand without reading the ugliness of my own, But I can't contain my soul from enveloping yours !

Web weaving about holding hands an emotion

{quotes:Mary Ruefle/uk/Francis Forever Song by Mitski/The Hand Has Twenty-Seven Bones by Natalie Diaz/Hélène Cixous, from “Olivier De Serres- A Single Passion Two Witnesses,” Love Itself: In the Letter Box (Polity Press, 2008) /uk /Saadi Youssef, from ‘Solos on the Oud’, Without an Alphabet, Without a Face: Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa) /fatima aamer bilal, from her garden yearns more for visitors than water. }

graves grow no green that you can use.

gwendolyn brooks

drug of choice? english teachers complimenting my writing.

I watched the 1971 Charlie And The Chocolate Factory version, with my dad. Boy, were we not prepared for that boat scene! It scared the living daylights out of me and my dad.