Liz. Twenty-one. ISFJ. Actor-ish. More of a writer, really. I mean, if we're putting labels on things I guess I'm just a student trying not to drown in debt/homework/social anxiety/alcohol. In conclusion, please laugh at my jokes.
n. the moment of realization that your quintessential self isn’t going to show up, which forces the role to fall upon the understudy, the humble kid for whom nothing is easy, who has spent years mouthing their lines in the wings before stumbling out into the glare of your life, which by then is already well into its second act.
my little cousin got bit by a house spider and she was crying so i went to get some stuff to soothe and numb it but before i could even walk out the door i heard her quietly whisper ‘i can’t handle the responsibility of being spiderman’