Oops I dropped my phone on my face after this

You can't help but notice how cute the upward angle makes everything feel — like stumbling into something private and unguarded.

You're looking at a face caught mid-laugh, maybe mid-thought, the kind of expression that pulls your attention down slowly and without apology. You feel the warmth radiating off the screen, and your eyes trace the soft curve of a collarbone, the lazy sprawl of a body completely at ease.

You want to be the phone. You want that closeness, that fall, that accidental press of something warm against something warmer.