She's holding his hand, turning it over and tracing the lines in his palm with her fingertips. He lets her do it, watching impassively, though there's a smile threatening at the corners of his mouth.
reading marchingstuck splayed on a couch no shoes legs for miles thinking "why wasnt my high school experience of band and also prom this hilariously terrible instead of just terrible" #me my life my story
[scon] http://oi50.tinypic.com/2yuyhzr.jpg dis beautiful group of human beings WOW IM NEVER GOING TO STOP LAUGHINAGSLBFIDHKJNSDFDHAOSDJKFHDOSIPJNKWAFDS