“I want to be your terrible boyfriend,” he says. “If you want to.” I kiss him until our lips are sore, silently sounding a “yes”.
He holds himself up on all fours and makes me reach for him. And I do.
And I would again. I’d cross every line for him.Because I love him. (x)
Crows remember human faces.
They remember the people who feed them, who are kind to them. And the people
who wrong them too. They don’t forget. They tell each other who to look after
and who to watch out for.