i’ve been avoiding this post for no reason and i refuse to any longer
you wanted to impress your date tonight so you decided to show them the new billboard outside of town with your face on it and accidentally caught me defacing it with some very…lewd pictures, so now your chasing me halfway across town jus to kick my ass
you’re this moviestar making a film here in my homeland, which is some exotic jungle/mountain expedition to you, except you got caught in a landslide and dragged me down 500 miles with you, so now we’re both stuck together as we try to find a way back to high ground
lowkey assumed you’d be crying and scared and shit but you actually got ur boots on and smilin and are ready to fucken go—apparently this is why you love doing movies in strange places
you’re this weird ass fucking kid i knew literally all through elementary to highschool that i never really talked to yet knew everything about, even the really personal stuff that came up at weird moments and never spoke about again. after graduation though i left town and got super famous and decided to come back for a bit, and of course, here you fucken are—havent changed a goddamn bit since i left, both with your weird phrases and too-huge grins and…you just asked me about my severe fear of commitment, wait you remember that?
i know celebrities have all the time and money they want to get their hair done but seriously dude i see you like twice a week for something not even worth it. like you could hire a stylist for your house why even travel all this way for this basic af shop, its not like IM the reason you come here—wait what, i am?
you keep making these godawful remixes of my songs and i dont care if i have to burst into your studio, im here to kick some ASS if u dont stop butchering my music and ho ho holy shit ur cute
Never really thought about the future. Never really could think much past you. In that respect, your ma and I had something in common, God rest her soul. But neither of us, I don’t think, were ever meant for much. Here’s the truth — baby, here’s the truth. I’ve got a rootless heart. I don’t think I’m meant for loving, or at least not anymore. And I should die out here. I’m the kind of guy who’s not meant to go back. I try to imagine a life after this and it just won’t come. So forget about me, will you? If it’ll make you happy. Live glorious, eat like a king, laugh until the sun comes up, never look back. Don’t you dare look back. More than anything I want to know that you kept on. More than anything I want to know that you took on the world — everything else seems to matter less and less.
So how long have I loved you for? Womb to tomb, sweetheart. Since before I was even here at all. I get it now, you understand. Your ma was right. It really is a stupid question. (x)
“That’s a poor match, Sean Kendrick,“ says a voice at my elbow. It’s the other sister from Fathom & Sons, and she follows my gaze to Puck. "Neither of you are a housewife.” I don’t look away from Puck. “I think you assume too much, Dory Maud.” “You leave nothing to assumption,” Dory Maud says. “You swallow her with your eyes. I’m surprised there’s any of her left for the rest of us to see.”