Captain Cassian J Andor

I sent three messages, I got zero replies.

Really that should tell me all there is to know.

But for some stupid reason,

Twice you’ve asked me, twice.

And each time, you give me that stupid hope.

The kind of hope that makes me wonder.

I am completely and utterly smitten.

It’s 2am.

You both watch a excavator roll across a road covered with tyres and a bunch of men pump fists and go back to work.

You admit you were worried he’d just ignore you the entire way he drives you to his.

“Why would I do that?”

Crush: ok

-forgets I said that after an hour-

After work, crush mimes throwing hands at me

Me: what the fuck you bitch

Crush: you said we were gunna throw hands after work

Hell yes I fucking am my good sir, it’s called delulu, I’m deep in my crush with you and I’m convincing myself that you calling me stupid is actually you trying to tell me I’m stupid because I don’t recognise you flirting with me.

Me and you.

My heart aches, my soul bleeds

- Spend 6 weeks one summer learning hieroglyphics and how to write them and then filling pages of them out… when I was 12.

- spent another 8 weeks learning all about astrology and astronomy so I could roleplay a Astronomy Professor in a habbo hotel Hogwarts. At 13.