Shit

I appreciate

His moustache

His gusto and joie de vivre

My Brain, banging pots and pans together: YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUC

Me: *makes huge mistake that will directly affect my future horribly*

EVERY TIME WE KISS I SWEAR I COULD FLY

CAN’T U FEEL MY HEART BEAT FAST, I WANT THIS TO LAST

NEED YOU BY MY SIDE

read the things they write

ask their go-to movies

observe the way they treat their pets

check out the songs they listen to

ask them if they prefer tea or coffee

converse with them under the stars

do they like summer over winter?

observe how they act when they’re mad

do they sleep with lights off or on?

when they watch the skies, do they observe the moon or the stars first?

would they rather eat alone?

how do they treat those who are ‘inferior’ to them?

the way they approach strangers when they’re lost

if they like texting better than calling

how they act when they’re scared

if they like rewriting their notes for an exam

during what situation do their eyes shine the brightest?

the things they say when they’re partly intoxicated

how they act when they’re alone and with their friends

how they look at the people they love