17 • gross • they/them
He’ll think of the tiny details only a poet thinks of. He used to phone me up when he’s miserable or when he’s upset about some other drama and I’d say ‘Ok, Pete, it’s fine. Alright, where are you?’ And he’d go [dramatically] ‘In the rain!’ Just that sort of thing. So endearing. So beautiful.
Johnny drinks and smokes his cares away, his heart is in the lonely way, living in the ruins of a castle built on sand
He’s buying a Chinese takeaway, two blue eyes did look his way, tells him love can find a way and takes him by the hand