what are we without love?

Rain in film [16/??]:

you’re laying in your room. it’s 11:32 pm and your house is silent aside from the music playing quietly from your crappy speaker. the light of a streetlamp in your culdesac peeks through your curtain. your ceiling fan creates a comforting white noise and your bed is comfortable. you’re content. 

you’re walking through san francisco. the warmth of the sun contrasts the cold air of the sea. you find yourself on the corner of haight ashbury and you can feel the history of the street seep through your shoes and into your soul. you continue walking, the bright colors popping behind your eyes and invading your mind. you can see the district in its prime in your minds eye.

Go to Tampa, get his man ✅

Show his man that he cares ✅

Get man to his luxury wilderness getaway, ply him with burgers and beer and kicking around a soccer ball and video games and honestly and tenderness and solitude ✅

Make plan to keep man forever, AND preserve their fucking lives and careers ✅

Look at parents and says “no actually he fucks me good and I love him, no more lies, and also we’re all gonna be a family now I’m done with compartmentalizing” ✅

Win another fucking Stanley cup using latent adrenaline and serotonin from landing hottest baddie in the NHL ✅

Propose marriage like a boss: candles, ring, forgot second ring but who cares, carpet frottage, sincerity ✅