lub-times

I have this thing about heartbeats.
When we’re laying down,
wrapped up in each other,
I press my head on your chest.
“Lub dub, lub dub, lub dub.”
And it comforts my mind.
Silences my demons.
Eases my soul.

I have this thing about heartbeats.
When we’re laying down,
wrapped up in each other,
I press my head on your chest.
“Lub dub, lub dub, lub dub.”
And it comforts my mind.
We lay here silent.
We forget she exists.

I have this thing about heartbeats.
When we’re laying down,
wrapped up in each other,
I press my head on your chest.
“Lub dub, lub dub, lub dub.”
And it comforts my mind.
Because your heart is saying more to me,
than you are.

I have this thing about your heartbeats.
They let me know what you cannot.
They let me know that I mean something to you.
They let me know that you are not over her yet.
They let me know that you need time.
“Lub dub, lub dub, lub dub.”
They let me know I have a fighting chance.

- Quintana

c0ffeecup  asked:

BUB, I notice in your baby pictures your tongue doesn't stick out like it does now. What changed?

Hello. It’s me BUB.

Great question, c0ffeecup.

When I first came to Earth, I didn’t realize how far from my planet I had drifted. My transmissions to home, they were failing. So I did what any higher life form would do: I adapted.

Using science and magic (mostly science), I grew my tongue longer, modified it using the kind of science you couldn’t possibly understand, and upgraded it to perform as an interstellar antenna which allows me to transmit messages to my family back home. Fortunately for me, it also happens to be aesthetically amusing to your people, and has inadvertently rewarded me with being one of the most famous mammals under 5 pounds in the history of this concept you call “time”.

lub,

BUB