My dearest Adam is ill, and I am not there to care for him.
He doesn’t know how to take medicine or what to eat or drink or any little tricks to make him feel better and is essentially helpless like a newborn baby bird, and all I can do is send him frowny face text messages because I am here and he is there feeling icky and clueless by himself :(
054. (by fluoroscope)
this afternoon, we all drove up to evergreen for mahala’s graduation party. as a gift, we got her a photo frame with 3 pictures, a disposable camera and a small journal. in the journal, which is pictured, lizzy came up with a sweet note to include in it.
OMG ADAM USED THE WRONG ‘YOUR’
Even when you know which way it’s gonna blow, it’s hard to get around the wind.
Dearest Elizabeth,
I hope that when you step outside to see the stars in the night sky, you think of our times in children’s parks. When you shiver from the Nevada heat, I hope you find warmth in the thoughts of my cigarette’s flame. When you see your cats roll around the floor, think of the cruelty in my lesbian jokes. When you’re sad or lonely, imagine my dry hand in yours.
I’m sure you’ll have a splendidly busy summer. But, if you ever find yourself with little to do, make your way to a coffee shop, and search for me in a freshly brewed cup of Joe.
I look forward to our long telephone conversations.
I miss you terribly, already.
:( Most perfect thing anyone has ever written for me, actually.
Adam and I are snuggling in bed on our very last night together.
In the words of Adam, “we’re trying not to think about it.”
But, like, :(
*Adam starts laughing in the middle of the night*
Me: *wakes up* What?
Adam: *giggling*
Me: What’s funny?!
Adam: I was just thinking about when you told me that your dance teacher used to tell you not to dance so sexy when you were little.
Me: hahahaha “Elizabeth, this is going to be a family dance show”
*Adam and Lizzy laugh for, like, ten seconds and go back to sleep*
There’s a quote that goes “Whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same”
Ours are both made of chicken nuggets, so make of that what you will.
Adam has been adorably playing Pottermore for about an hour now.
He initially was extremely apathetic about signing up and wanted to “rush through it just so he could see what he was sorted into” but he is excitedly narrating his every move to me while I write an essay.
“I’m going into the forbidden forest!!!!”
“I just got, like, SIX house points”
“I’m in the chess set room now!!!”
Oh, my darling Gryffindor.
Me, Adam, and Alex tho.
(via -monophobia)
anythingbutsure replied to your post: anythingbutsure replied to your post:
I’ll kill myself with you.
The sweetest thing ever said to me. Thank you, love.
anythingbutsure replied to your post: Sigh Is this group suicide propaganda?
Yes
Seeing Cults tonight with my two favesies is a wonderful way to end quite the strenuous week.
It’s time to get our concert sway on~~
