hate beer

Some assorted Johnny headcanons.

💙 Smells like Palmer’s Cocoa Butter.
💙 Is asked to repeat himself at least three times a day.
💙 Hates cops even though he’s never really done anything super illegal.
💙 Hates the taste of beer. Prefers hard liquor.
💙 Actually never saw the end of Gone with the Wind, it’s like four hours long he was goddamn asleep.
💙 Hides under his porch for hours on end.
💙 Likes doggies. Knows which doggies in the neighborhood are friendly.
💙 Enjoys snacks. Especially chocolate.
💙 Isn’t afraid of snakes, spiders, rats or mice. Only afraid of people.
💙 If you slam a door to hard he’ll have a small anxiety attack.
💙 Disassociates a lot.
💙 Cares about his hair. Actively going for that fresh Sal Mineo small gay 50s teen look.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.