how long does it take for a wish to find its shooting star? it’s been five days. sorry for being impatient.
it was such a shit day at work that i would give anything for cuddles and disney movies.
to realize my mind has tricked my heart into thinking you’re just afraid of all these notions. the way you were more than what you really are. unrequited and unappreciated. broken and twisted; bruised and fucked. my heart making a bad investment and my mind hasn’t enough funds to pay up. all i wanted was everything you’ll never give me. everything i deserve; nothing i need.
i just like being a piece of furniture in your weird life.
when my mind is a mess, my room is the same. thoughts thrown around, just like the clothes that have hit the wall before falling to the floor. records in a disarray atop the player. sheets, much like my feelings, crumpled at the end of the bed. it takes a while until i’m able to clean my thoughts and start anew. a whole day of loud music and organizing. all the bad thoughts and nightmares shoved under the rug until they become so much they spew out and onto the wooden floor. it’s inevitable. i am constantly making a mess just to shove everything back under that rug.
i want all of your somethings to be about us. let me in. let me in deep. let me be the one you need before you sleep. let it be me and i’ll let it be you.

#freshhaircolor i feel so much better.

my hair, make-up and outfit are on point this morning. #dateworthy #yeahright

aside from having to get shots, bloodwork and possibly being admitted into the hospital.. i’m happy today.
i can’t be the only person who gets turned on by thunderstorms.