by lana del rey.
above: cheeks, wuvvy and leto playing video games (playing videoooo gaaaames) at 2:30 in the morning.
this is the room i found myself in after another night at bifteck. i can’t even count how many pitchers of beer i’ve had there anymore. so many nights of conversation over beer, people-watching, neverhaveievers and dares that never come to be.
“let’s swear to not end up at bifteck tonight.”
but it’s a constant and a backup and it has this wondrous gravitational pull that we’ve grown to love and adore.
if we were to look up at the stars for guidance on where to go for the night, there would be a constellation in the shape of the letters that spell BIFTECK.
the cosmos just wants us there.
but anyway, i ended up in cheeks’ room and after the other boys were gone we had a charming little conversation. now i find myself wading through the things he said and trying to pick out the truths from the falsehoods. i’ve decided not to take anything he says seriously.
i think he may be smarter than i thought.
what an intriguing little man.