literally just wanna obsess over PARTYNEXTDOOR’s discography with my lover together already.
i want to become crazy conscious of my morning breath and how quickly i can rid myself of it.
I want to sing that Summer Walker album lyric for lyric, and pour out the frequencies of the times we never thought we’d find each other.
I want to see your eyes tell me stories of who you used to be in this life, and the previous one when we trip on shrooms together.
I want to feel your heart tremble with nostalgia when we drive through an old neighborhood of yours already.
I wanna see how fast you can eat your favorite meal after smoking from my bong with the different chambers.
I want to experience being black-out drunk in our favorite nightclub, leaving it all on the dance floor; so happy because I got my personal dance partner to put all the moves on.
I want that extremely loud silence that radiates when we both pretend we’re asleep just to stay next to each other a bit longer.
I wanna take the initiative to bring home your favorite hair gel after I leave work because i overheard you didn’t have any more.
I wanna dice onions, mince garlic, sauté, grill, broil, and blend our way into our own Food Network segment together just cause its Sunday.
I want to be stressed from work just to come home knowing i have someone to rant and talk about it with.
I wanna give you credit for when you overcome things once struggled over. Your growth is mine.
I want to talk now, not later when we have disagreements. Don’t storm out, we respect each other too much for that.
You’ll have to excuse me because I woke up this morning wanting YOU.