Doin’ it for the reblogs.
Streets, these visions, an origami city folding in.
Construction, creation, we are architects and kings,
Lifting street stones from their beds to build these homes from memory,
As we’re tangled in our sleep.
We were young together, but I’ve grown ancient.
Cracked and weathered and filled…
i really wanna kiss you and be cute with you and fall asleep in your arms and go on stupid dates but i also sort of want to light you on fire and throw myself into traffic so idk