well, first, i’d try to never

iguessthatscool:

ever make you cry. and i know you’re a guy, and you pretend that your body is physically incapable of producing tears, but really, i’d try so hard. and i’d laugh at all of your jokes, and whole-heartedly, too. or make fun of them when they’re really not all that funny. but i’d kiss you afterwards. always kiss you afterwards. and we could talk about all those movies you really like, and i’d roll my eyes and say typical when you say the godfather is number one. but i’d watch all three with you anyway. and smile that you know who godard is and that you’ve seen lars and the real girl. and i’d appreciate you a lot for not being a mystery to me, and telling me what you liked, because the last guy who broke my heart always kept himself at arm’s length. but if you didn’t, that would be really nice. i want to know you. and i’d let you touch me if you wanted, and i’d touch you. and i’d make you a really good mix cd because apparently you don’t know who lykke li is and this needs to be remedied as soon as possible. oh also i’d give you a dunder mifflin t-shirt for your birthday. or for any day.

i think that’s pretty good to start.

One of the most convincingly sincere posts I’ve read on Tumblr.