when I met you in the summer
to my heartbeat’s sound.
we fell in love.
this summer was special for peter. holidays in california, meeting new people, and one of them sank deep into the soul. they spend time together on the beach, quentin buys peter cocktails and they fool around, burying each other in the sand. at night, he runs away with him, and they kiss in the alley, pressed against the wall. is it love? or just a summer fling? he doesn’t know. all he knows is that he’s happy here and now, which means nothing else matters.
— we found the stars, you and me, quentin. and this is given only once.
quentin beck is a bad guy, an asshole, and a moron, in love with the unremarkable peter parker. not realizing his feelings for him he started to be rude to the kid, and peter had to leave. feelings still fill the hearts of both, and they miss each other.
i’ll buy you all the cotton candy in lunapark, and I’m running away! there is no movement and no result. life is not lemonade, but there are clouds like cotton candy. and let this naively — i can and one be, but without you there
all the same.
“There’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you both about. ” I know this is a difficult conversation, but I care about you both very much. And I know that you care about each other very much. And that’s why it’s important that we set these boundaries moving forward, so we can build an environment where we all feel comfortable trusted and open “to sharing our feelings. ” Feelings. Feelings. Jesus. The truth is, for so long, I’d forgotten what those even were. I’ve been stuck in one place, in a cave, you might say. A deep, dark cave. And then, I left some Eggos out in the woods, and you came into my life and for the first time in a long time, I started to feel things again. I started to feel happy. But, lately, I guess I’ve been feeling distant from you. Like you’re you’re pulling away from me or something. I miss playing board games every night, making triple-decker Eggo extravaganzas at sunrise, watching westerns together before we doze off. But I know you’re getting older. Growing. Changing. And I guess if I’m being really honest, that’s what scares me. I don’t want things to change. So, I think maybe that’s why I came in here, to try to maybe stop that change. To turn back the clock. To make things go back to how they were. But I know that’s naive. It’s just not how life works. It’s moving. Always moving, whether you like it or not. And, yeah, sometimes it’s painful. Sometimes it’s sad. And sometimes it’s surprising. Happy. So, you know what? Keep on growing up, kid. Don’t let me stop you. Make mistakes, learn from ‘em, and when life hurts you, because it will, remember the hurt. The hurt is good. It means you’re out of that cave. But, please, if you don’t mind, for the sake of your poor old dad, keep the door open three inches.
When all you wanted was to go to Europe and eat some damn German pretzels but some dude with a fish bowl on his head shows up out of fucking nowhere and you gotta save the world again :