you are my catnip
i believe in the soul, ghosts, kissing your clavicle, that everyone is fake to a certain extent, the perfect match, overrated crap. i believe in keeping underground bands underground bands no matter how selfish that sounds. i believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, picnics in the middle of the street, opening your presents christmas morning rather than christmas eve. i believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.