I read the end of your book. The person that you made me, the guy that rides up on the motocycle and says exactly how he feels and what he wants, even if its complicated. That’s the guy I want to be. And I’m here to say that I don’t care how hard it is, it’s what I want. Because what we have is worth it.
“We’re gonna stay up all night!” “FUCK YEAH!”
*two hours later*
I am actually pretty okay with a couple things on the radio lately. Summer jamz.
“You’re beautiful, and your mind is fcking beautiful, and I can’t pretend that that doesn’t mean a thing to me”