God, Caleb made rocks, the earth, the shape of the world sounds incredible — endless and hopeful and worth all the time and thought. And Seth wasn’t just thinking that because of the tiny earthquakes through his body. “You’re a geology poet and I need you to kiss me right now,” Seth replied, grabbing at Caleb’s head with his hands.
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Date: 2019-05-13 12:53 pm (UTC)God, Caleb made rocks, the earth, the shape of the world sounds incredible — endless and hopeful and worth all the time and thought. And Seth wasn’t just thinking that because of the tiny earthquakes through his body. “You’re a geology poet and I need you to kiss me right now,” Seth replied, grabbing at Caleb’s head with his hands.