teamcaptains:

M,

All day today I thought this would be rage everlasting. But it isn’t. I did feel betrayed, it’s true. With that ridiculous lie of yours. But you won’t do it again… well, I suppose I mustn’t like you anymore. Can we be good friends, then? Now that we’re at the point of honesty where we know about each other. I know what you’ve done, and you know how I can get. It’s more than most people know about us. Fair trade of secrets, no?

festivesnipe:

shit roadtrip aesthetic

teamcaptains:

It never ends, does it? You create a devastation thinking it’ll undo everything, thinking you can’t get back to that trove of happiness you had before—and sometimes it does ruin quite a bit. But then you meet someone who was never there during your personal dark era. Someone who can love you for everything. Someone with arms to hold you, someone who’ll say, It’s true, I wasn’t there during the worst time of your life but I’m here now, I’m here, I won’t leave you, you’re everything, you’re Rome at its height, rest your head, I’m here. You thought that with the apartment fire… but no. That was taken care of. Someone loves you despite the redder chapters of your personal history, arson and all.

teamcaptains:

Evelina
The overturned bus. Cheerleaders huddled before it, commiserating. I was one of them. I heard whispers. About. Some kind of botched crime. Some kind of evil. Set loose on purpose. Only. The wrong kind. Mahalia had broken up with her boyfriend the night before. He was on that bus. She felt. So bad. Nearly threw up on the scrunched metal before. Ji-Eun shoved her into me. Told her to calm the fuck down. That’s not what matters, she said. What matters is that all of us are here. Even little Evelina, whom we considered a deserter until now. Even her.