Guten morgen to any other psycho pants that is awake at this hour.
This little snippet of pre-daybreak beauty is all part of a little exercise @ryanorrico concocted to get people to shake out of their perfect IG shell and build a little confidence in their true selves (because we’re all worthy of love or some shit like that). After seeing @hankatbarles last night, I figured I’d sack it up this morning before I really wake up. So, enjoy. Or don’t. It’s a bit dark. Thought it would be brighter, but didn’t want to reshoot.
Because it’s early and I haven’t even gotten half way through a cup of coffee.
I want you to want me to take you back home to my momma, put my name on your lips, and call me yours. Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can? Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number on a hand? Are we last call kissing, or will we be reminiscing with each other for next forty years? Are we written in the stars baby? Or are we written in the sand?