zoë kravitz

whenever i see leather, i think of you. whenever i see my cats, i think of you. whenever i whenever... zoë isabella kravitz, i'm forever yearning for you and i'm going to need you to let me take you out to dinner soon. i miss you, so bad. so badly i feel it in my goddamn bones. p.s, i love you. | @zoekravera

god, you know i often think the stars aligned just for us to be best friends because my thoughts are always taylor, taylor, taylor. i listen to your songs first thing in the morning, also see cats and think about you, and wonder what new fun things you're doing without me. which we will need to talk about this toy story thing, too, by the way! i miss my one true love. tell me, where are you in the world? so i can come to you!

you know what i've been telling myself lately? that i should stop being a lazy friend and reach out to the coolest person i know... heads up, that's obviously you. so i was thinking we should get together again soon, have a few glasses of wine and talk shit about people we don't like. my list is relatively short, but you know, i can probably pretend to hate at least a few of the people you don't like. i can do a mean "oh my god, he did not!" and "what a bitch.." ( @zoekravera )

it kinda makes sense that i'm the coolest person you know, because you're the coolest person i know and we're just clear reflections of each other. you come around, buttering me up, then threatening me with a good time of shit talking and wine drinking? you have to know, that i won't ever deny doing any of that. y'know, my list has gotten shorter as i've aged... but i can still talk about shit that i hold grudges on, for sure. like this one guy who took the girl he was cheating on me with to our restaurant that we would frequent. this was years and years ago, but it traumatized me so bad, i had to stop eating there.

as tempting as that is because you know i love a good brunch, that's fucking nasty, dude. that's literally-but-not-literally-just-hypothetically your dad. what do you think this'll do to our literally-but-not-literally-just-hypothetically mom?

wait, are they together in your mind or actually together? because if it's the former, then i need you to stop writing fanfiction and come to brunch with me tomorrow, and make it happen. it's really simple: just introduce me, i'll do the rest. i'd do it for you, if i had a hot fake mom!

...do you not hear yourself? if you're my sister and he's my dad, then that makes him also your dad. you know that right? seek help.

damn, you're right... i'd love to call him daddy. and i do need help: from a fourty-seven year old, guatemalan, who's a spider-man variant from earth 928-b. can't you do me a solid, just this once? i'll pay for our next brunch, c'mon—