i listen to everything my girlfriend says. i don't mean she bosses me around. i just listen to everything she says because, before i had a girlfriend, i never had someone who's always standing next to me who can just point out obvious things that are happening.
i dont look older, i just look worse i think. honestly, when im walking down the street no ones every like "hey! look at that man!" i think theyre just like "woah, that tall child looks terrible! get some rest, tall child! you cant keep burning the candle at both ends!"
ill keep all my emotions right here and then one day ill die
i am very small, and i have no money. so you can imagine the kind of stress that i am under
i guess someone said something like "something something police." and in a brilliant moment of word association i yelled “fuck da police!” and everyone else joined in. a hundred drunk white children yelling fuck da police
me, an intellectual:
My pure son, Ronan Niall Lynch, when given the power to create anything, made a bird, a beautiful car, and a softhearted little brother. Ronan Lynch made Adam Parrish a mixtape and hand lotion as courting gifts. Ronan Lynch grew up on a farm. When given access to be whatever he wanted when he grew up, Ronan Lynch decided he wanted to be a farmer. Ronan Lynch -
ya lit meme: eight otps (3/8) — adam parrish & ronan lynch
once, when adam had still lived in the trailer park, he had been pushing the lawn mower around the scraggly side yard when he realized that it was raining a mile away. he could smell it, the earthy scent of rain on dirt, but also the electric, restless smell of ozone. and he could see it: a hazy gray sheet of water blocking his view of the mountains. he could track the line of rain travelling across the vast dry field towards him. it was heavy and dark, and he knew he would get drenched if he stayed outside. it was coming from so far away that he had plenty of time to put the mower away and get under cover. instead, though, he just stood there and watched it approach. even at the last minute, as he heard the rain pounding the grass flat, he just stood there. he closed his eyes and let the storm soak him.
that was this kiss.
they kissed again. adam felt it in more than his lips.
College Admissions: Well, adam, your grades are impeccable. The reccomendations you provided are superb, and your scores are certainly some of the highest we’ve seen. Now, tell us a little bit about you. What have you done this past year that might make you more interesting or unique from other canidates?
Adam * glow of sunlight around his head, watching as an office plant he accidentely touched won’t stop growing and ignoring a loud pecking chainsaw hanging outside the third story window *