Sometimes I think about how the truck peter and I park next to at school has a Star Trek and Firefly sticker on it and I just need to know who drives it

vulcannic

This is the second night in a row that this boy has talked to me past midnight and I can’t tell if I like him because he’s nice or I only like him because he’s a boy who is actually acknowledging my existence

The only thing about him is that he is strangely obsessed with America

His favorite song is the national anthem

But hey, I read stories about two gay space men so I mean, who’s to judge?