“Show me,” he whispers. “Your writing.” “Oh, yeah, sure.” I snort. “You want to read my rambling, stream of consciousness nonsense after not having written in literal years?” “Yes.” His eyes sparkle and he gestures around the studio. “You’ve seen my soul, in all its unformed pieces. I wanna see yours, boyo.”
the way my heart leaped oml I love thisssss
