i know it seems silly, but i’d like someone who would want to stay in and read with me.
either sharing favorite passages from old timey favorite books of ours.
or reading our own mutually exclusive texts and every so often glancing up over the pages at one another.
it’s nice to be asked out by handsome strangers. but they don’t know what matters to me.
and i rarely feel like explaining myself.
me and Lorca are fighting ourselves well after midnight.