the means to what end?!

flowers, maybe daisies, to brighten up the room

don’t you think some flowers, pretty daisies, might relieve the gloom?

“why is it two o’clock in the morning!?”

he said as he leaned closer to kiss her. they kissed & with their faces still touching she answered,

“because the world hates us”

she exaggerated because she always did. eyes closed, she smiled.

“fuck”

he said, smiling into her mouth as he kissed her & pulled her hips toward his. she lay there, tangled in him. tangled up in more than just limbs and sheets. she was tangled in his words, tangled in the way he always made her laugh, tangled in everything he was, everything he was becoming to her.

it had been so long since she had felt. since she had allowed herself to feel anything from anyone. she couldnt help it, he had done it. stopped her dead in her tracks, took all those walls she built up & broke them down. slowly but surely, he started to mean something to her.

I’m going to go ahead & say
That Sarah Jessica Parker’s face
is just fucking weird looking
not just sometimes, but
most of the time

Poor Matthew Broderick