Finn Wolfhard.
A boy.
Who fills my sleepless dreams.
His small smirk, his tangled hair, his tiny ocean of freckles.
I'm a boy. He's straight. I find it kinda funny... because I'm not.
Finn Wolfhard.
A boy.
Who smells of warmed nuts and coconut.
His ragged cloths, his warm laugh, his dark eyes.
I'm a boy. His eyes have never reached mine, nor would they ever.
I'm gay, I'm weird, I'm different.
He's straight, he's loved, he's out of my league.
bad bad
-m
