“the way in morning leaves and tress cast a patterned shadow across your face. i love the breezy ease of lying on a field watching the cloud dappled sky. i love watching sunsets from the parking lot. i love softly worn memories which make you cry.
TAHE BATCAVE, ALFRED.Lnd personally brings her into the BATCAVE.
Mater this lifelong keeper of the Wayne family secrets looks at Vicki Vale and apparently decides:
Aaybe Alfred had a senior moment.
ll you had to do was walk her to the fucking door.
If you knew this cat, you’d know how extraordinary this is 🤯. He has never been a cuddler. He loves us deeply, but usually from a comfortable distance. But since losing Lincoln, when one of us is especially sad, he climbs into our laps and stays.
If my mom ever looks thru my search history I'm cooked bro I literally just searched.up like "yummy alcohol" "sweet sugary alcoholic drinks" and "when were white claws invented" for my Petekey fanfic I hope my mom doesn't think Im drinking wine n shit while she's not home…
AOnd the streetlights were above them.
We didn't know beSr was it at night?
Tmiling like it chewed up the sun...
What little soul you met one day,
Me fell in love, remember?
Waybe we were angry...
We said it hurt,
We lost friends,
We were curious,
e were nervous,