you were the sun, and i was crashing into you

Our birthdays are just the celebration of all the years that came before and the welcoming of a new one. Happy Birthday Baz Pitch!

person A: fuck the rich

not only am i chilled out and ready to share today but im FIRST and im gonna tag so many people that its going under a cut at the end lmfao.

this unedited bit is from something new and little that will probably go out around EGF. its a lot, because i think as a unit it is very funny, but also it can make up for what i havent been sharing lately lol. even steven.

America’s not so bad, really. And to be fair to Omaha, I had fun the first time I was here too. (Until the vampires.) (But even that was kind of hot. Figuratively, but also literally. Baz was throwing flames.)

After the last few days, I’m officially ready to establish myself as an Omaha-loving person. After all, it’s the birthplace of Love. (Shepard Love). We’re on the way home from a bonfire party held by a childhood friend of Shep’s, and I feel warmed through. From the dancing and the good food and the beer. Mostly from the beer, probably. Not even Baz’s cool skin could bring my temperature down right now. I feel like I might go off, but in a good way. (“Go off!” Shepard’s friend had shouted at me while I was dancing earlier. Baz said she was probably making fun of me, but that’s fine. It was fun. It made me laugh. I like dancing.)

I especially like it when Baz gets tipsy enough to dance with me, like he did tonight. He started by forcing me to waltz along to a Drake song, proper hand holding and proper steps that I mucked up by making us giggle too much. It wasn’t long before I gave up, pulling him against me and moving our hips to the rhythm the way it was intended. I’m grateful it was a snogging type of party. There’s nothing more awkward than being the couple that snogs when no one else is snogging. (I dare anyone to not be the person that snogs their boyfriend at inappropriate times when your boyfriend looks like Baz.) But everyone was snogging. Everyone was trashed. And I mean everyone — that’s how we’ve ended up with Penny, who doesn’t drink and barely drives, nervous behind the wheel of Shepard’s friend’s minivan, which is full of entirely too many people.

That’s how I’ve ended up in the trunk, half in Baz’s lap. Penny hooks her phone up to the aux and blasts One Direction.

“It’s the only way I’ll be able to focus,” she yells to us all. Nobody complains. She’s our savior tonight. I’m so thankful for her and her fierce determination and her comforting sober-ness. She deserves to be pampered tomorrow. I’m going to take her to WalMart. She loves a superstore — the variety, the culture, the Subway. I’m going to make Baz come too, so she can observe Baz in a WalMart again. One of life’s many joys.

"Baz...,” he says again. And I wait for him to get it out. "You're- you're wearing jeans."

rainbow: i don’t care about astrology or signs