Sydney Doyle. I'm 20. I live at the second star to the right and straight on 'til morning. I like making up my own quotes and stringing together pretty fragments of passages that I invent. Everything written here is my own words unless otherwise stated. Follow me on Twitter.
Well, I’ve come so far but I’m on your side of the board now. Reassure me—reinforce me like the kings in a checkers game. Or knock me down like a pawn. It’s the slipping moments across movie theater arm rests—instances that flicker away in the previews and dust flung from projectors: the un-held hands that never make it to the feature film before impassively following the rest of their bodies out of the theater.