to be know is to be seen and neil has spent his life with his feet firmly planted in the shadows. stefan, chris, and alex; cheap box dye and contacts; the changing of routines with each city. he wonders where the lies end and he begins. maybe, neil thinks, it’s better to not know.
telling the foxes everything after baltimore leaves him untethered - truth is not a familiar taste on his tongue.
on bad days, the secrets he’s given up since arriving in palmetto haunt him. his mind whispers don’t be seen don’t be known; once they know you, you can’t run. he feels mary’s hands tugging his hair, the sting of the slaps received for saying too much. his chest feels heavy and his feet itch to run. except.
dan meets him after class with a black coffee. matt keeps the fridge stocked with fruit, no vegetables in sight. allison keeps concealer in his shade for the next time he runs his mouth. kevin finds him to talk about the last trojans game.
sometime during his second year, he joins andrew on the rooftop. matching arm bands sharing cigarettes, fingers intertwined. neil leans into andrew, into the first person who saw him and didn’t look away until he worked his way through all the lies and half truths until he found abram.
neil realizes then, that to be known is to be loved. and he’s known.
Finding out that World Athletics pays $100k every time a new world record is set so so Mondo Duplantis has just been setting it 1cm at a time from 6.17m to 6.25m in the past 4 years is so funny??? Finessing 1 million dollars 1 cm at a time even though he can clearly go higher at one shot???? #respect
My friend is trying to name herself, and she's like, "Oh, what's that name that's like marmalade, but it's a name?" and I know she means Adelaide, but I think I can talk her into naming herself Marmalade if I play my cards right here.
name a more iconic thing to happen for the fictional qpr community than Donna Noble quite literally meeting her soulmate and being like hmm. there's no one I've ever wanted to fuck less