i notice every little fucking thing you do. i notice when you look at me when im talking to other people across the room like you’re making sure im not being intimate with anyone else and you think i can’t see you. i notice your little ways of getting my attention like when you nudge me or ask me for a cigarette when you already have one burning between your fingers. and i have to notice these little things because they’re what keep me after you. i don’t get you. i don’t fucking understand you and it’s so fucking frustrating. i love when you say bye to everyone and give me the longest tightest hug and i fucking notice that you use both arms to hug me rather than that pathetic one arm hug you give everyone else. i love when you kiss my cheek or the corner of my lips when you have your arm around me. and i love that i have to look up to kiss your jawline when i have my arms around you and i love how you lean your head into my lips when i do it. i love kissing you and i love when you kiss me. and i guess what im really trying to say is,
man, you’re cute and i really wanna fuck you.

you know what would be fucking amazing? if i didn’t have to babysit today, if i didn’t have a hangover, if a certain guy didn’t get so drunk that he couldn’t even function last night, and if food just magically poofed in front of me

im drunk and high off ccc’s and my bed feels like it’s moving but it’s fuckin not and god bless autorrect right now