Jesus Christ. My earlier thoughts about her are smack dab in my face. She is beautiful. No, she’s more than that—she looks free and happy. Something about how she stands with her mouth open, letting out the worst sounds ever while completely unconcerned about how off-key she is, has my heart racing. Her eyes are closed, her head is back, and she’s just letting it out. Earlier, her hair was in a bun, and she was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. Now that I know this is what is hiding under her clothes . . . I’m so fucked.
