(in a good wya)


that green gentleman (things have changed for me) // panic! at the disco


Gets up on his tiptoes to kiss his lips. “Happy…

“Oh, y'know. Steal some kisses, raid the discount candy, hopelessly pine after people. The usual.”

“That sounds like - wait still kisses?” he raised a brow, chuckling at the thought of what that might look like.