My dad walked into my room, saw Journal 3 on my bedside table, then gasped and said "I know what that's from!" lol I love him
watching you dance is like witnessing something you never thought existed till now. it’s like finding god after swearing him off. the fluidity of your body, shoulders thrown back and chin raised. the way your skin calls me, body free and mind far far away. aren’t you a miracle, baby. aren’t you like water turning into wine. I can’t take my eyes off you, this gorgeous mess of a man. the way you move with me, holding my hands like you’ll get lost if you let go. then my waist, like I’m the only thing keeping you from floating into space. wander too far from reality with me, my love. move the way you do, my miracle boy.