maybe someday when you witness his theraputic smile you'll laugh with such mirth because you'll feel giddy and scatterbrained like brendon urie after several red bull. you'll laugh, just like that, and he will stop smiling so as to properly tilt his head to the side with a perplezed expression. when he does that you might find yourself knowing how much older he is than you, you might do that and you might find yourself not caring about it. or maybe your face will darken with the sorrow you'll be filled with but,
maybe it will be okay.
and maybe someday when you see him you won't think of misha collins at all.
the girl
- monophobia_her
- call me up to people watch. or to play kingdom hearts. i drown my sorrows in maple syrup, i get sick alot, i don't believe in gravity, i dont like to promise things, i hate to settle, i hate to disappoint, im afraid of being alone, i like to have breakfeast late at night, i like having meanigful conversation, or pointless conversations, i self-medicate and almost always take more than the recommended amounts, iwant a tiny apartment that smells like incense and strawberries, i want a place i can tack poetry to the walls and say, mine, i want make it.