I want to lay in bed, with my arms wrapped around you and playing with your hair. Just staring at the ceiling of my room, listening to music but intently focusing on the rate of your heartbeat. My body would be happy because it’d feel your embrace, and my heart would be happy because you’d be mine.
Me: *at a white persons house*
Friend: my moms making dinner.. Spaghetti with ketchup
Me: my mom said I gotta come home right now immediately
apparently you can’t be employed by the CIA if you’ve ever illegally downloaded music
breaking news: in 20 years, the CIA will operate out of the president’s basement, staffed by four old men and six guinea pigs