beating hearts, baby.

and the flutter of a heart is proof, is it not. especially when you thought it was fading but sooo definitely not. the bubbleboy looked cute in that get-up complete with cap and vintage helmet. not enough. but a hug always mean a lot, no matter where.

i cannot get enough of him no matter how much time spent together. and i love hugging his body, it just feels so solid- you shouldnt know this (haha how his face scrunches up when i kiss the bubble visor because he hates it when it gets dirty. but i always do that on purpose.) cheap thrills.

another night, another ritual, and then bade goodnight; the sight of his straight back, the sound of the irritable engine says goodbye.