i love when tragedies are like “the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there”
this post got over 1000 notes in four hours in case anyone was wondering how we are all doing emotionally
You know that Ada Limón poem where she’s like “i can’t help it i love the way men love”? my dad recently confessed to me that he became a shoemaker because they buried my grandma shoeless
The world may have forgotten Peter Parker, but there’s one person who won’t: his new neighbor, Gwen Stacy. College student, daughter of a police chief, and hiding the secret of a radioactive spider bite for years, Gwen’s Spidey-sense tipped her off that the new guy next door was not all he seemed. With his help, she’s embracing her powers. With her help, he’s remembering that he matters as more than just Spider-Man. After a night of fighting bad guys, the two best friends often crash, exhausted, at one of their adjoining apartments to try and heal for a bit. She’s made a promise to “take his path” as a hero while he knows that she “remains [his] time and place” in keeping him grounded to who he is.
The world may have forgotten Peter Parker, but there’s one person who won’t: his new neighbor, Gwen Stacy. College student, daughter of a police chief, and hiding the secret of a radioactive spider bite for years, Gwen’s Spidey-sense tipped her off that the new guy next door was not all he seemed. With his help, she’s embracing her powers. With her help, he’s remembering that he matters as more than just Spider-Man. After a night of fighting bad guys, the two best friends often crash, exhausted, at one of their adjoining apartments to try and heal for a bit. She’s made a promise to “take his path” as a hero while he knows that she “remains [his] time and place” in keeping him grounded to who he is.
