Somewhere Between I Want It And I Got It.

“I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.”

I wanna be a soft boy. I wanna be the kind of boy who’s sweaters and tea and soup in a pot,who’s warm fingers around a mug. Who’s converse and mismatchd socks. Who wears colored eyeliner and mint chapstick, who’s soft spoken and random facts and tapping fingers. I wanna be the kind of boy who does no harm and takes no shit. Who always has answers and feel good snacks.Who helps you study,who’s a shoulder to cry on. The kind of boy you can find laying in the grass or in his favorite section of the library. I wanna be the boy with stars in his eyes instead of heartbreak.