Without knowing exactly where these thoughts are going or what exactly I need to feel I started writing him a letter. But wait, what do I need to feel? How can I make the most eloquent speech of my life for him? How can one person feed another person the supposedly most simple expression and affection? Will my words wrap around a pill you just can’t swallow?
My palms are sweaty.
I begin this letter for him.
I begin.

“Hey..”

plunderingbordum asked: Alcohol. BBQ. Diablo III. I love three day weekends.

I want BBQ :(