I wanna cuddle with you on a Sunday evening and binge as many space movies as we can. Bundled in a blanket in the dark drinking sweet wine and fruity coolers and get tipsy and giggly. I wanna talk about theories and dismantle every film that tries to tell us how time and space work. And when it’s 3 A.M. and we’ve watched all we can take of space travel, alien invasion, and time travel movies as we can stand and our theories are just jumbles of words slurred together in nonsensical sentences told through yawns, I wanna fall asleep in each other's arms agreeing to give a big “screw you” to our Monday morning jobs.












