i might say something stupid like
you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen
you fill up every room you’ve ever been in
i want to forget everything i’ve ever known until your wrists and your crooked bottom teeth and your insane need to be right are the only things i remember about life.
but i won’t.
instead i’ll press my body into yours against my mattress that dips in the middle and kiss you until our mouths taste the same.
i’ll tuck myself inside your coat when it’s so cold outside that my ears feel numb and you want to go in but i won’t let you.
i’ll memorize the map of your thoughts and remember that the smell of cinnamon reminds you of your mom and that it’s not a bad thing to remember her even though she’s gone.
it’s so odd how i want to show you to everyone, to let them see the lightness of your existence
but at the same time i want you as a secret, something that i can keep inside my pocket and hold on to without anyone knowing.
you’re the taste of sangria on a hot night in july and the memory of smelling cigars on my grandfather when i was a kid.
you’re every good thing i can remember.
and everyone would say that it’s wrong to be this consumed with someone else
when we’re both so young and so vulnerable.
but i don’t care.
not when i have this thing that feels like the first solid thing in my life.
not when i have now.
not when i have you.
let me just go lay down and cry from the cuteness
or monster boy
I may have to draw this, be warned
What lil monster boy would I be? :3
im surprised no one has ever punched me in the face
if you put “man” at the end of any sentence its AUTOMATICALLY platonic
"i love you, man."
"stay with me forever, man."
"fuck me hard in the ass, man."
HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD AT THE THINGS
Director: Quentin Tarantino