i keep looking up for your face in the stars but constellations have only ever looked like spoons to me     by Stephen Michael McDowell _____________________ i'm sick of being literally dead so let’s fuckin make a baby [just kidding i brought condoms] waves bleed against enlarged bodies of these semi-fluid patterns of us and we are wrapped around each other hoping to one day understand ourselves and feeling sure we can’t but either way i don’t mean that staring at each other for hours is a waste of anything just that right now we are together and one day we won’t be so i'm not joking when i say i'd rather see the new batman movie and not that meryl streep bullshit divorce comedy, okay, yolo _____________________ >