transister.social

if you’re curious what a movie night is like with me:

we are cuddled up together on my ugly blue couch, under a weighted lap pad and a fuzzy blanket big enough for the both of us

you ask me to pass the candy bowl, but don’t see anything you like so i lovingly hand you the candy cube (wider selection)

i lean over to grab my monster energy paradise punch and realize our faces are so close we’re almost kissing

i slowly move my head to the right and whisper into your ear

“if donnie darko was paying $200 an hour for therapy in 1988, that’s, like, over $500 after inflation. that seems expensive”

you’re flustered and unsure how to respond, i can tell. I stand up, grab your hand, and i teach you the proper way to make popcorn