I live with Steve Harrington reincarnated (we’re in college) and he’s driving me fucking crazy and he’s like some kind of steddie wet dream come to life and somehow we got on the topic of princesses and he said he was the best prettiest princess in all the land when playing with his little sister so I started calling him princess as a joke except it’s not a fucking joke. And he blushes and looks down every time I do it.
I asked if he wanted to smoke with me and he’s at a FUCKING BASKETBALL GAME right now. And we’re forced into close proximity all the time and I’m a musician and I’m always playing the guitar and he’s such a jock and I am veering into bisexual land because I can’t be his Robin. Life imitates art or whatever.
Someone sedate me. He has the floppy hair and everything. He loves singing love songs and wants to be a pediatrician and I now know the pain and anguish of Eddie fucking Munson.
















