ryan ross,
you drive me insane with your ridiculous fashion sense and the way your nose constantly changes. like, sometimes it's sharp and angled and it looks like it could tear through metal, but then sometimes it's soft and rounded and it makes my heart fuzzy. i remember your pre-hippie elitist pretentious sceneboy phase. i enjoy the rare moments you let your personality roam free and how you initiate affection nowadays. i love your light smatterings of stubble and the way you sew old curtains into clothes, and i love that you appear to be a raging diva, but mostly, you're a tiny, tiny boy living his dreams.
~happy (22nd) birthday~
you are my absolute favourite. i hope you drink and get high to the point where contemplating (or actually having) sex with brendon seems like a good idea.
lots of love,
mel ♥