The joy of being around you outweighed my confusion. So much, that I even savor you in my sleep.
Said you sympathized. Said you felt my wounds. Now you’re one of them. Bet you rue the day you kissed the writer in the dark -Lorde, Writer in the … Continue reading
Honey, I’m running out of songs to relate. Running out of reasons to connect. Running out of fucks to be upset. Running, running, running, ’til it all runs flat. What … Continue reading
She sipped the last drop of her beer, the second giant glass she had that night. She opened her phone, scrolled to that one name she knew exactly could offer … Continue reading