terrible things [ luke hemmings ]

0.4

"isn't it amazing?"

"what, my jokes?"

"no, you idiot, the sunset."

"i guess. i mean, it happens everyday."

"well, that's the beauty of it. if we didn't have sunsets, we wouldn't have such a beautiful farewell from the day and a warm welcome into the night."

"did you just quote from those books you read?"

"no! and 'those books', aren't just books! they are different realms that are always inviting your imagination! you should know that by now..."

"ah, yes! i should've known that you're a kook when it comes to literature."

"whatever, at least i don't have my face all up in some phone that you use to secretly see other girls and like their pictures when you have a perfectly good girlfriend right in front of you, ya' douche."

"oh my god, you're so jealous! literally no chill, sweetheart."

"no i'm not, i'm just saying."

"no, no, no! i need to get my nick jonas on!"

"luke...i swear to god..."

"i turn my cheek music up, and i'm puffing my chest..."

"luke..."

"i'm getting ready to face you, can call me obsessed..."

"please, shut up."

"it's not your fault that they hover, i mean no disrespect..."

"no."

"it's my right to be hellish..."

"don't do it hoe..."

"I STILL GET JEALOUS!"

"yes, baby! fuck. it. up. you can shut up now."

"you're welcome."

the rest of the day was filled with hysterical complaints, sarcastic apologizes, kissing, and laying down on the wet grass in the park, listening to the sound of our heartbeats.

we could stay like this forever.