Come with me into the stars, sir. Come with me into winds where your heart will dance.
“Smoked Glass and Chrome” - Ott
wow. you’d think after almost a year and a half of something, you’d get used to it.
but i’m not used to it. i don’t know if i’ll ever get used to it. i hope i never will be.
every time i think about how much i love this guy, how much he means to me, how much he loves me, it overwhelms me. i end up not being able to breathe and wanting to cry. it makes me dizzy, like when i try to wrap my mind around how the universe goes on forever. and ever.
you’re all i want
you’re all i need
baby, you’re all i need
the receptive - younger brother
schmaltz herring - shpongle
