two hours of sleep, nightmares, and a eight and a half hour shift? ok sure.
*drinks vodka* *gags* “ugh I hate vodka” *drinks vodka*
I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’
i fucked up..yet again. lost the one person i had to talk to. it’s no surprise
people say ‘I love you’ in a lot of different ways
'get some sleep'
'here have my fries'
"Sit on my face"
Your Favourite Things (K.P.K)
I want you to love me more than you love good literature. More than you love graffiti and sex and home-cooked meals. I want you to love me more than you love the way the grass smells after it’s been cut, the way the world spins around you as you roll down a hill, the way you feel after a full night’s sleep. I want you to love me more than you love all of your favourite things. Because I love you so much. You are all of my favourite things wrapped up into one person.