butches, no more trying to be cool in 2026 please. i love your beat up car and your palpable excitement when you find authentic carpenter pants at the thrift. i love your goofy warm smile when i make extra coffee for you to steal. i love your body wash and your favourite dinner and your stuttering over your words and your big emotions.
please let me slip through the nonchalance and find you where you’re softest <3










