Dylan is more than my peoples. He's my family. I can't imagine my life without him, and it doesn't make sense that he wasn't in my life prior to our initial meeting.

If I believed in past lives, I'd have to say we were once married, had a family, and grew old together. In another one we were ill fated and died horribly in each other's arms. In another were were siblings, father and daughter, son and mother.

In this life we are children in the streets... playful and yet hardened, wised by life experience... sometimes jaded, but always open to love.

Dylan is one of the raddest people you will ever meet*.
If you even think about fucking with him, I will rip you to shreds (or just throw lettuce at you)**.

* And by rad, I mean sup0r great. I like to pinch his cheeks because his dimples are cute. And he's cuddly :)

** Don't laugh in the face of the lettuce. It's deadly, and can only be thwarted by shielding yourself with a paper towel roll.

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*spatula pokage*

Uber weekend! :)

This man has a uber comfy couch. I recall, well, can't really recall them, weekends of just vegetation on the couch...can someone else provide the details of the weekend exactly?