In the stillness in the autumn moonbeams his face was inclined toward me,
And his arm lay lightly around my breast – and that night I was happy.(”When I Heard at the Close of the Day”, Walt Whitman)
andshecanproveitwasolidrighthook:
thankfully matter cannot be created or destroyed so You don’t even have to worry about it
god I’m not gonna lie I’m not even trying to be normal about that old man anymore