someone please explain how he keeps getting hotter?

Logan is doing so good this session ❤️🤍💙

If they could end practice now I could die happy

😭😭😭😭 P3?!

If they could end the weekend right here I'd be happy

me, flirting: you remind me of Bobby Kennedy and I'd be really upset if you got assassinated before you could put your ideas for improving society into motion

Honorary Florida boy

LOGAN!!!!!

Kodak reminds me of home so much

Feels Like A Dream

The clouds above felt like a creeping fog, overseeing every inch of the Florida coast. As the sun disappeared over the horizon, I sat by my phone, anxious, awaiting a text from a man I don't remember. We had met the night before, and he had dropped me at home, leaving me to stumble into my family's condo.

From what I remember, he was a gentleman. I wish I could remember more, but later in the night, he filled me in on what happened. Whether it's naivety or blind trust, I'm following it because I believe him. Over the next two nights, he picked me up in his two-door Chevy Camaro, making sure to drive carefully as to keep me safe. The conversation never dulled; stories about our families, childhood, and our goals filled the stale Camaro air that was coated in nicotine smoke.

Something inside me pulls for him. I wanted him; I still want him. Yearning for his touch, his kiss, his skin pressed against mine. It runs my heart ragged, and places my stomach in a knot. No one has ever made me feel this type of way before. I was shy, but I was myself. I tried new things, and let him lead and repetitively, he displayed behaviors that I've wanted in someone.

Then, I came home. As I sit here writing now, I feel it's silly to have such a physiological reaction to missing a boy I only knew for three days, but my stomach still twists in knots when I think of him. He still makes me smile when he comes to mind. Every song reminds me of him in some way. Within those three days, he made me feel like I belonged. He made me feel safe. His presence brought not only a visceral reaction, but an emotional one too. I wanted to be honest with him, I wanted to touch him, I wanted to confide in him.

All I want to do is fly back to this Floridian boy, but I know that I can't. He's all the same magical and mysterious, and it needs to stay that way. I have work to do, but meeting him, and feeling his skin pressed against mine has brought a hustle out of me that I didn't know possible.

the tortured poets department wallpapers

part 1 | part 2

this tracklist has me thinking so many thoughts you guys.

they broke up a fortnight into tour... the first show post joever was in florida... who's afraid of little old me being a twist on who's afraid of virginia woolf a film which starred elizabeth taylor and richard burton about a couple whose relationship breaks down at late night drinks in front of people... my boy only breaks his favourite toys - is she the toy??? free from the slammer where the slammer is an obvious reference to jail after all the criminal metaphors of her and joe tricking the system... but daddy i love him being a reference to the little mermaid where she gave up her voice for a man... clara bow being a 1920's film star who found her voice, married a guy who denied they were ever married publicly and then died + the majority of her fame coming from silent films where she literally didn't need to have a voice and then successfully transitioning into 'talkies' (films with sound).... the smallest man who ever lived vs. 'the loudest woman this town has ever seen who had a marvellous time ruining everything'... oh boy.

oh i am going to scoop him up and put him in my pocket

I think what scares me is that I don't know how I would deal with having a husband who travels all the time. You never hear about a couple that travels for work, together. It's always the husband that travels, and the wife is all by her lonesome. The husband cheats. The wife cheats. They're miserable. I don't want to have a child just to have someone else to talk to.

Ideally (because that's all this is, after ten years) we travel together. We get married, we move away, but we do it together.

There are no affairs. There's no crying alone in the kitchen. There's no child who's only half-parented.

Matthew Tkachuk Mic'd Up

FLA vs. WSH || Nov 8, 2023

(@mattatouile)

Fuck yeah

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