It’s like you become more you. But now it’s okay… because the person, like, whoever they chose to take all that on. All that weird stuff. Whatever’s wrong, or bad, or hiding in you… suddenly, it’s alright.

Every Ian/Mickey Scene → “Gotta get me a job.”

we keep this love in a photograph
we made these memories for ourselves

- jeal·ous·y -  [jel-uh-see]

characterized by or proceeding from suspicious fears or envious resentment.

ianmickey + beds