even nights like this, where the sun is down and the clouds are covering the moon, where the rain is pouring down. i only wish you were here, standing under cover of cloud with me, hand in hand. i miss you, i’m a wreck half the time without you here, and i’m nervous when we speak. i want to show you who i have become, the good side of me, the parts i appreciate about myself instead of...
Red blood cells.
some days, and by some days i mean most days, i have no desire but to lay in bed with someone i care deeply for, and just let everything flow by. of course as i say this, i’m in the middle of a 42 hour work week. all i can think about is my doorbell, and when you’ll come ring it. i wish you were here.
this makes me feel a little better. →
Your electric surge is sweet.
Did I ever mention to anyone i’m a fucking idiot? Oh. Well. I’m a fucking idiot. Just fyi.
there aren’t enough hours in the fucking day. it’s sad that earlier i was considering going to bed ‘early’ at 2 a.m. fuck working consecutive 8 hour shifts, and then another 8 hour shift after one day off. i might just die at this rate.
i love you much(most beautiful darling) more than anyone on the earth and i...– ee cummings
this song rules, fuck you.