my soul is stinking with brandy wine.
minehead 'til i die.
so is this how we’re going to continue from here? vaguely talking about it in short sentences, me being the wimp i am and physically being incapable of expressing everything i feel about you and then you can cuddle me and i’ll fall asleep on your chest and wake up to you rubbing my back and drawing circles on my hips until you leave for work and i have to again wait for another opportunity where maybe i can overcome all my fears and just speak about this properly. and i shouldn’t have to try and make you love me, and i should realise that this is pointless and fleeting and you don’t deserve me or the love that i can give you but although i know all of these things i just can’t stop.7 months ago
the only thing that makes me feel okay currently is you, last night was the first night in days i’ve been able to get to sleep and it’s because you were here and how have i made myself so dependant on one person?!7 months ago