you got me thinking about connie again and now i want him to bite my ass when i come out of the shower in our apartment and i wanna kiss him when he starts gossiping with me and my friends
All Connie does is push you over when you’re sitting on the couch, and make airplane sounds when he spoonfeeds you when you’re sick, and bite any showing skin at his earliest convenience, and offer you a drink when you’re ranting even if that drink is straight vodka, and book you date nates at trampoline parks despite the last successful backflip he pulled off being when he was in fifth grade, and play throwback music too loudly and dance too obscenely when he sees you’re sad to get you to laugh at him, and steal your socks and call himself a baddie when you call him out on it, and buy balloons for you just to inhale the helium and pretend he’s in Alvin and the Chipmunks, and insist he follow you to your nail appointment to get a matching design, and trip over his own two feet because he’s wearing slides far too often, and smack your ass when you’re just trying to stretch, and make a blanket cocoon for you because you’re his little caterpillar, and







