July 4th 1950, Santa Monica, California, photo by Ralph Crane


untitled by Tamara Lichtenstein on Flickr.

‒ Do you remember that day you fell out of my window?
‒ I sure do‒you came jumping out after me.
‒ Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, and you were bleeding all over the place, and I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that?
‒ Yes, I do.
‒ Well, there’s something I never told you about that night.
‒ What didn’t you tell me?
‒ Well, while you were sitting in the back seat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you til just now


I wanna drive around and take pictures of him holding me again :c bla