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your voice is like sex on the roof

chris: it's a satchel. indiana jones had one.

me: if indiana jones jumped off a bridge, would y--

chris: yes.

if you had to lose one sense, which would most cripple your ability to write? not physically, but in terms of how your inspiration hits.

taylor swift: maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame. maybe it's you and your sick need to give love and take it away. read: it's you and your sick need to give love and take it away.

"don't you think nineteen's too young to be played by your dark twisted games?" OBVIOUSLY NOT.

#snark #moar sn@rk #taylor swift

a-parent-ly, "may i come in?" is a silly formality whose response has NO EFFECT on the subsequent entry

#parents #ahhh #stress #love them though

weekend romeo

you have a strong jaw and lines that could have been laughter or worry, so i let myself blossom in imperceptible degrees—easing you into the fact that i am, as they say, a crazed fool for cute boys with smart brains wearing nice suits. your self-deprecating discomfort is enchantingly at odds with the confidence set in your bones: you mention three sports, but not your captaincy of each team. and your hair almost needs to be cut and your eyes light up when i nod at your dreams and you never laugh (only snort) because we’re dining with the chancellor—but you know my jokes are hilarious. when you lean down for me to whisper, your eyebrows rise as your spine does, pleasantly surprised, always, and the half the crinkles crease. a real gentleman, you would chuckle: holding doors and playing gallant, but i saw your eight minutes of hesitancy before you approached, introducing your parents to mine with an easy aristocratic grin that whispered “we’re playing their game.” you are taller than me, and your hugs are a little tighter right before you let go.

#fleeting crush #stream

thats not me but im not you so go for it