Call Me Matthew

Eglise Sainte-Chapelle, Paris

There's always a moment of intense cultural whiplash whenever I realize I'm talking to someone who thinks "legal" and "illegal" are meaningful categories and ascribes innate goodness to following the law. It's like meeting a space alien.

having a best friend who meets your level of freak is unmatched. you present them with the most unhinged, deeply buried thought from the depths of your psyche and instead of blinking blankly they just go "oh absolutely"—and I think that mutual brain rot like that is the highest form of intimacy actually.

i can't stop picturing mello and matt playing good cop/bad cop at wammy's house. 

and Near laughing through the interrogation because he realizes they keeps switching who's good cop and who's bad cop

LMAO :,)