how tightly do we need to be pressed against each other before you admit that you aren't doing it for warmth? how many times does your thumb need to brush against my lips before we realize that we've gone too far?
god I'm so jealous of pumpkins. imagine someone cutting a hole into you, reaching inside and gently scooping out all your guts until you're an empty shell. then carving beautiful little patterns into you and showing you off for the whole world to see.