Ok but just imagine Cosima dies
And Delphine is grieving so hard and Sarah can’t stand it
So she puts on the eyeliner and painfully pulls her hair into pseudo-dreads
And carefully puts on Cosima’s glasses and the red coat
And lets Delphine hold her and kiss her and lets Delphine pretend her world isn’t over
I decided to bleep out the lines on “I’m a Boss Ass Bitch” so I can listen to it properly in church.
IM LAUGHING SO HARD RIGHT NOW
I had high expectations and I was not let down
Honestly, this is better than a good morning text. It’s 4am and you’re thinking about me.
I’m never not reblogging this because this means so much more than any other post I’ve seen and ugh.
i wanna know you better than the back of my hand, and what keeps you up at 2am.
i wanna know what song has been stuck in your head, and how you’d look in my bed.
i wanna know what words are on the tip of your tongue, and hear about your dreams, even when you have none.
i wanna know what brings tears to your eyes, and what your face would look like if i kissed the inside of your thighs.
i wanna know how you like your coffee in the morning, and how cute you look when you’re snoring.
i wanna know you better.
I’m worried about Cosima’s health. I’m worried about Cosima’s heart. I’m worried about Cosmia’s education, since she just up and left school. I’m worried about Cosima’s damn coat.
I’m stressed the fuck out over Cosima.
Meanwhile, Cosima is smoking a joint and telling everyone to chill.