Canadian in the South.
Adore a Swede.
I think once you’ve thought about how a person sleeps, how they’d feel pressed up against your back, or your head on their chest, how compatible your bodies would be in the same space of a bed-
once you’ve thought about that, you’re fucked.
they should replace hospital gowns with colourful mexican ponchos because they’re kinda similar and no one could be sad
if we’re gonna die let’s die looking like a peruvian folk band
And still, after all this time, the Sun has never said to the Earth
“You owe me.”
Look what happens with a love like that.
It lights up the sky."