will, gazing at the sky while laying on a cartoonish gingham picnic blanket just off of a remote hiking trail, listening to a waterfall in the distance, two glasses of chilled rosé between them, softly humming the words to end of august by noah kahan in mack’s general direction: anything you need i will provide… a ride home or an alibi.. oh the feeling of being alive for the first time in a long time… it’s a matter of time til it’s fields of ice… til it’s our town… cause it’s ours now…
mack: can we listen to shabang by drake now












