star ✩ XIX ✩ perhaps a bit strange ❦ more to come

hiii lovely !!!

don't worry i'm aware this makes no sense, but this is where my gremlin brain is nesting rn, xoxo

Imagine sitting cooped up in a room, a little coffee shop with them. Cheeks heating up hotter than the espresso being made by the barista behind the counter as they stared like they were taking in every one of your features, but really they were just wondering why you were avoiding eye contact so hard. The entire place reeked of nostalgia and coffee, smelling of old memories and forgotten wishes, all the while the clicking of nails on keyboards and the drifting chatter filled the room, making the quiet less unbearable, if only because the minute they looked away, you were given the excuse to scan their features for a friend you'd yet to make. When they spoke, it was like the soft click of a needle on a record, something falling right into place at the perfect time to elicit a sound unlike anything you'd ever heard, something that made your heart want to give itself to them, because they were right there, the thunderstorms in your head screaming louder than the milk steamer behind the counter, aching for the connection that you felt, that they didn't, or so you thought. They couldn't help but stare at the planes of your face, their fingers aching to run over the skin, the bumps and pores, and the beauty of it all. It just wasn't fair to them how people preached of imperfections and here you were, the most beautiful thing they'd ever seen, so imperfectly wonderful, such a beautiful imperfection that they couldn't help but crave to feel like the thunderstorms inside their heart was matching the ones in your head, unbeknownst to either soul, both with eyes like lightning and vinyl voices.