So how are your days?

quentinhamilton:

Like I don’t get enough of that.

You still think of me in some way.

I thought you were supposed to figure that out.

(Source: marcelinemoreau)

So how are your days?

quentinhamilton:

It’s hard to believe you like me at all.

You get a special kind of my usual hatred.

(Source: marcelinemoreau)

So how are your days?

quentinhamilton:

Oh? Interested in knowing exactly what more there may be?

Shut up and go back to your self loathing. I like you better that way.

(Source: marcelinemoreau)

So how are your days?

quentinhamilton:

What’s wrong with wanting another glance at those pretty eyes? Unless you’re in the mood for something a little more exciting.

Because there’s always more to you than the simple glance at something pretty.

(Source: marcelinemoreau)

So how are your days?

quentinhamilton:

You make your assumptions, I’ll make mine.

Then again, I wasn’t the one who came up to you. So what do you want?

(Source: marcelinemoreau)

So how are your days?

quentinhamilton:

I think you have it backwards. It’s obvious you want something from me but are too shy to ask. I’m just making it easier by approaching you.

Funny, you think you know me.

(Source: marcelinemoreau)

So how are your days?

quentinhamilton:

Incredibly boring.

You do want something from me, however. You wouldn’t speak to me unless necessary.

(Source: marcelinemoreau)

So how are your days?

kira-the-rose:

Better.

And how are yours?

Better than what?

(Source: marcelinemoreau)

So how are your days?