followed him from brooklyn, from brooklyn where he ranbreaking hearts, stealing cars, and smoking cigarettes.
do I have to spell it out for you or scream it in your face?oh, the chemistry between us could destroy this place.do I have to spell it out for you or whisper in your ear?just stop right there- I think that we’ve got something here.
I hope that some day, in another life, we will find ourselves traveling the same path at the same time… even if for just a few moments.

I woke you up in the middle of the night just to tell you how nice it is to wake up in the middle of the night next to you.

(also because there was a crazy drunk man screaming down on the street)

stubble rash and chapped lips for all the right reasons.
we have the same shoes. velveeta.
the smoke, the nudity, the bedhead.. the hat. this pretty much sums up the very essence of us ;)
cause i really want to wake up beside you, get bed head beside you, sleep in if you’d like to… and i just want to know what’s on your mind.
I am so ridiculously unbelievably can’t-put-into-words happy for you and all that you’ve done. I’m grateful to have you in my life and to be in yours, and so blessed to know you and experience your (many many many ;)) talents firsthand. Most of all, I’m just so proud of you. I hope the world appreciates you as much as you deserve to be appreciated.. and I know they will! I adore your face. xo, hotpants.
it’s breathtaking to think of you and to learn that sometimes the only way out is through it’s mindnumbing to think of yesterday i’d run to you now if i could, but things have changed.
one. week.
Best. Fox. Ever.
   “i’ve been hearing violins all night.”                               “anything to do with me? are we a thing?”                                                                       “darling… we’re everything.”