♋ from ford bc i'm tra s h
WHAT? I DON’T KEEP A JOURNAL! I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT! (accepting!)
♋ - My muse writes about yours. Perhaps the first time they met, or an event that was particularly important to our muses’ relationship.
FORD IS BACK FROM THE ARCTIC!!!!!!!!!!!
I probably shouldn’t be this excited, because he’ll probably kill me without a second thought if he knew who I actually was, but it’s been so long, and I haven’t been able to figure out where he is or what he’s doing with his time. I miss doing that. When you’ve been spying on one particular human for nearly the entire course of their short life, it’s a little bit of culture shock finding out that you suddenly can’t anymore.
I saw him walking down the street today. He was with Stanley, and they were laughing and punching each other in the arm. But when I saw him there, something weird happened. My body started clenching up, and I couldn’t breathe. All of the moisture went away from my mouth, and for that moment, all I was focused on was Ford.
I had never really taken a good look at the guy before, but he’s got some REAL interesting lines and angles on his face. I never noticed how his eyebrows rise when he laughs, or how relaxed he looks when he smiles!
I can’t stop thinking about that time I saw Ford. It keeps replaying in my mind, and I actually sort of like it. Maybe I should ask Robbie what’s going on. He’ll know.
