Stacking Theory

luckyshirt:

I can’t imagine that the part of me that makes that moment what it is, the part that wants to stand next to them and watch them sleep to study their eyes and faces to get even the slightest hint about the nature of their dreams will ever be fully replaced by the later newly-developed parts of me that will want to cover their cars in ten feet of bubblewrap and pillows.

So whose blankets will I adjust?

This year, I’m thankful that I don’t have to answer that yet.

They will always melt your face.