“Do you think because you touched me you know me?
You’re just a boy and I have galaxies growing inside of me”
Being all shook up for you is not a great feeling. I used to adore you from afar, but someone went and told on me, and now you know. Now I know you now, and you haven’t said a thing. This used to be fun, and now I just feel needy. I don’t need you, I just need to know. We could still be friends if that’s what you’d like. I don’t need you to like me like I like you. The only thing I would hold against you is my body, if you asked me to. Just give me some sign. I hate begging but it’s been days and I just want you to notice me again.
Darkest heart you’ve ever found in a woman
Does it really still surprise you
Mornings and I have a pretty serious love-hate relationship. I hate mornings and I generally seriously dislike people who seem to be effortlessly perky morning people. But then there’s a sort of charm to waking up early, while the whole house is still hushed. Making some breakfast, and just enjoying the smells as it cooks, or as you toast bread, open the box of cereal, pour orange juice… whatever. Then to curl up with your breakfast and a book or a movie that’s only just loud enough to hear as the pale sun’s rays peek around the not-yet-opened curtains. I even like sitting down to work when it’s early, sometimes. I feel that I can take some time to just look at my messages and do nothing important for a while. I’ve got the time. I can take a slower pace. Take more breaks. It’s kind of nice.
But then so is sleeping in, and I think despite anything listed above, I’m still heavily in favour of sleep.
Credits under the cut