it's a wonder how a group of straight people can be so queer without actually loving the same sex or gender. there is just so much queerness that kind of is catchy, mannerisms and such. all the straight folk hanging out with the queer folk absorb the queer a little. if only more people ended up that way, then homophobia wouldn't be an issue at all.
smoking tea is a new concept to him. he's seen it be done, he's had friends explain how amazing it tastes, but before tonight he'd never tried. yerba mate is an amazing thing to smoke. it's literally like flowers blooming in your mouth, and the act of smoking it calms you down and helps you to just sit and study or do whatever you needed to do. he might have to try it more often on his own. then again, he needs to go and buy some more teas because his selection of non-boring teas is low. everything is just green or chai or earl gray or a plain black tea. he needs more intense teas. even more so if he'll be smoking them from time to time.
he gets so tired he doesn't want to move at all, he knows that if he goes to sleep he might actually remember his dream and that dream might be one where she doesn't care anymore, where shit hits the fan, where there is nothing. then he might wake and not realize it was a dream and keep living life that way, hiding the fact that he cares more than anything that she cares even a little.
<3 <3
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