i want to talk about how you disappear like smoke in the photos your friends take of you in alleys and living rooms and tree tangled woods of some mid-western town. i want to talk about how you miss me because you’re sad but aren’t sad because you miss me. i want to know if i liked cheap scotch because it was the first time i’ve ever had scotch or if i liked scotch because it’s the reason you were my first. i can’t stop thinking about the possibility of you getting as many freckles with the sticky, sweet sunbeams of the summer as I do. with the hope of a glowing summer comes a dreariness of ‘twenty minutes away’ turning into ‘forty-five minutes away’ and no overnight parking. not only in pictures your friends take, you’re going to disappear like smoke.
Good smelling porn guy just called the store and asked me out really awkwardly
What should i buy with my tax return $$$ bruhz ?