a drake-themed party where we listen to drake and watch old episodes of degrassi and play musical chairs to “anaconda” but most importantly we just act very kind to each other in a way that is sometimes almost weird
48 Shades of Lightning
Taken from last night’s thunderstorm.
(color hues are unretouched)
steve “led a one man mission behind heavily guarded enemy lines in another fucking country just to save someone who might be alive if the stars are aligned correctly, fights guys who talk to loud in a movie” rogers is not steve “we have to follow orders, theres only one god ma’am” rogers
I’ll respect your opinion as long as your opinion doesn’t disrespect my existence.
THIS PHRASE SHOULD BE WRITTEN EVERYWHERE AROUND THE WORLD.