you're my resolution

"Who said I wasn’t,” he grinned pulling his pants down a bit to show off his American flag underwea. “I totally would have bought them for you. Or just in general and gifted them to whoever I was with on the fourth. Which in this case would be you.” 

Widening her eyes she peeked down shaking her head, "You can't be serious." She laughed crossing her arms, "You're so lame thinking that would be attractive."

"But the real question, is whether or not you got some for yourself. I would like to see it on you for the sake of America.”

"Funny. But no, even if I considered having stars on my butt and stripes on my chest I would wait until it went on discount. But the chances are very slim. Plus it would only be fair if you wore something just as cheesy."

Where you are, I will be Miles high, in the deep…

[ text ]: then whoops

[ text ]: is this the advice you're going to give your kids

❝ Psh, are you kiddin’? I’ve always been taller. ❞

"Yeah, okay. Shall I pull out the childhood photos now or..."

[x]{x}

“He just seems unnecessarily broody. I bet he fakes his voice, too.”

"I hope you don't interrupt your roommates discussions of superheroes. Batman was my hero when I was younger." 

Thomas sighed shaking his head a little. ”You wont be leaving me waiting. I just- I have time with you so i’ll take it.” he said softly lowering his gaze.

Holding her own hands in front of her she looked down at her hands as he talked with a shrug, "I get that but... I just constantly have this thought in the back of my head that I can't do this with you because it's going to suck when I'm in another state without you and all this crap. I understand if it's easy for you, but it's not for me."