don’t mind him, he’s just. . . laying in bed, under the covers, earphones in and listening to some sad music, is all.

that’s not — i don’t — you aren’t making any sense.

ah, right. okay. no worries. just — yeah. okay.

you may not recognize me、but i assure you、 it's still me.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ is this good enough ? eh. happy sunday .ᐟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀ 📍 — fightertown 👤 — n/a 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐤𝐚𝐳 posted : why make friends with people at parties when you can make friends with their dogs. ⌂⠀⠀⠀⌕⠀⠀⠀⊞ ⠀⠀⠀ ◌ ⠀⠀

don’t mind him, just curled up watching the first pitch perfect film.

three days until my birthday !

ITS HIS BIRTHDAY !!!

𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐤𝐚𝐳 commented : do you want me to cry or what

he’s going on a birthday walk across the beach; music blaring in his earphones.

he’s pushing the door open once he’s back, the smell of food obvious. “ oh jesus. did you seriously burn food whilst i was out ? ” he’s teasing, making a playful jab at nick’s cooking.

if it’s any consolidation. . . i kind of like how you smell. that’s weird. i just like wearing your clothes because they smell of you.

you smell good, weirdo.

. . . you’re so strange. ( in the best possible way. )

it was meant to be a compliment.

i’ll cry.

he’s too big now.