I just finished the story and I’m going to lose my mind. I’m currently crying in a closet and I don’t think I’m coming out very soon. I don’t think I’ll ever have a heartbreak like this ever in my life, and if I do I’ll be so gratefull to even have had a love that would cause such a thing. Well I’m going to go listen to some Elvis.
The time our entire design class dressed up for Halloween as the design teacher (who notoriously almost only wore grey sweaters and always had a cafeteria coffee in hand).
I remember him walking down a super long empty hall and we all just turned the corner at the other end and started running towards him and he ran away yelling “FUcK YOU GUYS” and in retrospect I almost can’t believe he didn’t suffer a heart attack.
Pretty sure we won a pizza party for best costume that year.
IVE SEEN THIS ABOUT TEN TIMES AND IM JUST NOW NOTICING THAT THE ACTUAL TEACHER IS IN THE PICTURE TOO