I will never let myself scroll past a picture of Walt and not reblog it. I feel like I’d be dishonouring him, and he’s just done so much for me that it’s just not right.
Girl Pockets: can fit a piece of lint. if you're lucky, two pieces of lint.
Boy's Pockets: Can fit car keys, a notepad, a calculator, the neighbor's dog, an apartment complex, the entire state of Hawaii, and half of Jupiter.
The real teens of rosewood.