‘why does everything have to be romantic? why must everything be gay? why can’t they just be best friends?’
is like saying
‘why can’t the grass be green? god, it would be so nice to just have green grass for once. this pink grass just cheapens the purity of the green. protect the sanctity of green grass, for the love of god’
when LITERALLY EVERYONE IN HISTORY has waxed poetic about the lush greenness of grass; when grass LITERALLY is always green; when grass probably always WILL mainly be green; and a small hopeful handful of people merely dream dreams about pink grass. if they ever get pink grass it’s like a strip along the edge of the green, never the whole garden.
much of the earth is covered in green grass. can’t we just have a few acres of pink?
Think about Dan and Phil on plane rides. Dan mouthing the lyrics to the Muse song he’s listening to. Phil looking over and thinking about how cute Dan is when he’s in his own little world. On overnight flights, Dan’ll be on tumblr or reading because he can’t sleep on planes, but Phil can’t keep his eyes open and almost always falls asleep on Dan’s shoulder, and so Dan puts his book aside and just stays quiet and still so he doesn’t wake his angel bean.