Short Story Number Seven Hundred and One
I’m going to say hello to you and then try and start a conversation with you. I have no bravery and all my bones are all telling me that this is a bad idea, but I really feel like I have to say something. I need to look at you. I need to tell you that you look different from everyone else. That you don’t fit in around here and that you are strange and weird. I need someone like you, so that we can be weird together.
(Source: keremmermutlu)























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