“You are making breakfast in every dream that I have of you. You are in the kitchen, your soft middle pressed up against the cold marble countertops like a vision too beautiful for the magazines, sprinkling dark chocolate chips over pancakes. I think for a brief second that I am dreaming inside of my dream, that I had to make you up twice, just to get it right. You, brushing your dark hair out of your face, smearing batter across your cheeks. You have come and made my dreams smaller, narrower. Filled them with sugar and your body humming in the same room as mine. I dream, now, of a normal life with you. A life where breakfast lasts until the sun goes down, until I have finished gazing at you from across the table, flour dried to your forehead like a kiss.”

the fact that between gansey’s ‘who’s that?’ no scrubs moment and gansey and adam actually speaking there was probably like a solid three weeks of gansey being like can we talk to him? would it be weird if we asked him to have lunch with us? maybe i should ask him for help with latin? while ronan just progressively gets angrier with every reminder that adam exists but internally he wants gansey to introduce them but also if that happens he might actually die so his mental state is just this exact image

everything about this is so funny but especially damsel in distress himbo gansey being like okay. day started poorly but cute new boy has stopped to help me with my car. cute new boy is talking to me. cute new boy looked charmed when i complimented him on his latin skills. things are looking up! play it cool! whats my next move?

“I hope that in the future they invent a small golden light that follows you everywhere and when something is about to end, it shines brightly so you know it’s about to end. And if you’re never going to see someone again, it’ll shine brightly and both of you can be polite and say, “It was nice to have you in my life while I did, good luck with everything that happens after now.” And maybe if you’re never going to eat at the same restaurant again, it’ll shine and you can order everything off the menu you’ve never tried. Maybe, if someone’s about to buy your car, the light will shine and you can take it for one last spin. Maybe, if you’re with a group of friends who’ll never be together again, all your lights will shine at the same time and you’ll know, and then you can hold each other and whisper, “This was so good. Oh my God, this was so good.”