Lay my head down in Vancity, the birthplace of my Coldplaying heart.
Currently working towards that iron ring in Purple Nation. ertw.
my neighbour has the car doors open and is blasting “One Day More” really loudly
what did chris evans even say i’m sorry chris i was too busy staring at your stupid face beside downey’s stupid face
n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand.