He plays piano.
Play piano for me every night forever, goddammit. And sing to me. And let us sing together.
OKOK sorry creepy posts will stop soon, I just one up.t feel so sure that he’s like, it. HE IS IT. Life (read: me) better not screw this one up.
Edit: half of this post makes no sense but I don’t care because FUCKING FUCK MY LIFE WHY DO I HAVE TO GO TO FRANCE



