Baked some iPhone cookies to trick cops into pulling me over, then I just take a bite and ask if cookies are against the law.
It’s like staring at the sun. When you try to look at anything else, there’s just this huge black spot where it used to be. Yeah, your vision returns back to normal, but it seems like it takes forever. Once you regain normal vision again, you look around but then oh look, the sun is there and it’s so pretty. Then you’re sitting there waiting to regain normal vision wondering why you looked at the sun again.
I want to sleep with you, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. I don’t know, I guess something about being able to synchronize our breathing to our own heartbeats really attracts me to the idea. I’d love to fall asleep to the sound of your voice and the smell of your hair. If I had my way, we’d cuddle and tell each other childhood stories before finally falling into a silent bliss. I want to sleep with you because I want to see if you snore, and if you do, I’ll tease you about it for the rest of our lives together. I want to be able to wake you up with a dozen kisses, just to stare into your eyes and silently communicate to you just how much I love you, because I just can’t find the words. Look forward to waking up to the smell of pancakes and pure sunshine, but don’t go anywhere. Yes that’s right, I’m cooking you breakfast in bed.
^ this is amazing
And we keep spinning at the same spot without passion.
It’s too hard. Let me say goodbye. I’m fallin’ without you…