LENGTHS.

“Well, I hope your relationship fails miserably so maybe I’ll have the chance to kiss you again.”

That’s a very good line, innit?

So, let’s talk about the lengths we go. Sometimes is a few steps, sometimes is crossing oceans. I crossed the Atlantic a bunch of times. I stretched out of my comfort zone a few other times as well. Which one is the largest distance to cover?

If any, it’s all spice and pepper to an otherwise flavorless existence. A little pain now and then. A little leather. A little wrong, a little sad.

Buy me candies and get me into your car. And drive to prehistoric times and let’s fuck with the dinosaurs.

Kiss goodnight Mr.(place name here). I’ll dream about you, and maybe I’ll wake up with a boner.