eleanor & park
truer words never spoken
She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something
“Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.”
I want everyone to meet you. You're my favorute person of all time.
The me that's me right now is yours always.
Just three words long.
-yes, it's definitely a hangover-
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