He finds a small folded square of paper. It’s stationery from their hotel that night, the night everything inside Alex rearranged. Henry’s cursive… He fumbles his phone out so fast he almost drops it on the floor and smashes it. The search tells him Pyramus and Thisbe were lovers in a Greek myth, children of rival families, forbidden to be together. Their only way to speak to each other was through a thin crack in the wall built between them. And that is, officially, too fucking much. [insp.]
Bitches be like “this is my comfort character” and then it’s a gay dog who went to prison for 12 years bc they thought he had murdered his best friends and swam his way out of it through a fucking ocean just so he could kill a rat and reunite with his godson and his werewolf lover. That’s me. I’m bitches.
if andrew garfield has millions of fans i am one of them. if andrew garfield has ten fans i am one of them. if andrew garfield has only one fan that is me. if andrew garfield has no fans, that means i am no longer on earth. if the world is against andrew garfield, i am against the world.
