A while back, at the beginning of the school year in August, I wrote a little poetic thing on the bathroom wall:
I had kinda come up with it on the spot, but it meant a lot to me. Obviously, it had been wiped off a month ago at least. It had been up on that wall for a good 2 or 3 weeks. Today, however, I went to the bathroom and looked at the wall. I saw this:
Someone remembered what I wrote.
I started crying.
(Source: tessa-max, via makeshiftbody)

