A Origin Story by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye (via ivybladewitch)
When the fire takes all you have, my home will be your home. When you are old and can no longer remember my face, I will meet you for the first time again and again. When they make fun of your accent, I will take you swimming because we all sound the same under water. When Ellis Island tries to erase your past, I will call you by your real name. When they call your number for the draft, I will enlist to fight beside you and I will march with you from Selma to Montgomery and back as many times as it takes. We will stand together against the hoses and the dogs because it didn’t start with us. It started with Lennon and McCartney. It started with Thelma and Louise, Winnie the Pooh and Christopher Robin, Bert and Ernie, Abbott and Costello, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, Mario and Luigi, Watson and Sherlock, Pikachu and Charizard. And they can tell you what a miracle this is. They can tell you how rare this is. But they could tell you how rare friendship always is. The chances are slim. The cards are always stacked against you, the odds are always low. But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you and I choose both. I want to share every single one of your sunshines and save some for later. I will tuck them into my pockets so I can give them back to you when the rains fall hard. Friend. I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself. I want to be the air in your lungs that reminds you to breathe easy. When the walls come down, when the thunder rumbles, when nobody else is home, hold my hand and I promise, I won’t let go.
A Origin Story by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye (via ivybladewitch)
I don’t want a relationship,” I whispered.
“Then what do you want?”
“I want you to tell me things. I want to hear about you and your family and your problems with your dad. I want to be the one you go to first when something exciting happens. I want to hang out with you while we talk about nothing and watch old movies. I want to tease you about your obsession with blues music. I want to make out with you in your basement and laugh when we almost get caught by your mom. I want everything a relationship is without having the pressure of making it official. I just want you.
Thoughts about you part 4 (via becarefulitsmyheart)