‍⠀ we'll scrape our shoes on the stars , ⠀

— he's staring up at the sky .

⠀

| film bros must be exhausting ,,,, because imagine me explaining that I'm dressed as The Rabbit from the Long Walk for Halloween

there is a dog in me —— mangy, sore, ruined by the road. it snarls when it's lonely. it begs with blood in its teeth. and it loves you. god, it loves you, like that might save it.

" i - " his throat hitches on the openness of his statement , " I hope it rains . " it is a strange hope , one the other boys don't likely share .

—— coughs .

I did , shitstick . it was just - loud .

good morning .

| not to cornplate here but I think of Stebbins' face when the major calls him " son " at least twice a day .

are you alright ? awake pretty well ?

i was ashamed to be so alone. ashamed of my desire and my inability to hold another's gaze. i was embarrassed to ask for more.