playing with joy

the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away

I have a headache

smipples

mack sitting with his knees up on the edge of the pool having a good time and feeling secretly thrilled that will likes him enough to invite him home and still feeling a touch out of place wishing that it was just the two of them... waiting for night to fall when they're both sunburnt and exhausted so that it doesn't feel weird or unnatural when they go to the room they share and mack gets to look at the silhouette of will's side profile lit up by the moonlight through the blinds etc. something huge and formless taking shape in the pit of his stomach he doesn't understand it but he thinks i don't know if i've ever had a friend i've liked this much isn't it crazy

They dont even know im having a category 10 blorbo event

will wouldve loved being a middle school girl in 2014 and putting mack and all his friends names in his ig bio

he’s fucking him up against the fourth wall