hov-lane

I can’t stop looking at this photo

I want to hang it on my fucking ceiling.

I want it to be the first thing I see when I wake up every day, and the last thing I see before I go to sleep. I want to say good morning and goodnight to it.

I want to take it on a date. Buy it dinner and ask it about its life.

I want to carry it around like my newborn child, showing it off to my friends and family.

I want to put it in the passenger seat so I can ride in the HOV lane with it.

I want it plastered on my tombstone.

“Here lies Katherine. Killed by those lips and those teeth and those heavy-lidded eyes and that sexy fucking hair.”