@archangelsTerrarium — #yearning
(\ /) ice cream. he brought me ice cream vanilla ice cream, imagine that! ice cream! and for the first time we were together without a spat! friendly he was so friendly that isn't like him i'm simply stunned will wonders never cease? will wonders never cease? it's been a most peculiar day!
(\ /) i wanna quit you, but it's like a disease i remember what your body said, you'd do as you please can you come over? i am down on my knees and i'm waiting for you, baby, waiting for you.
(\ /) life gets shorter, teeth grow long mind me not, and i'll mind my own, and my mind's not one bite smaller or lesser than yours do i belong in night and wrong? nature, i guess.
(\ /) hhh. this. man i feel. pathetic. i don't know if i want to bite into someone's arm and kick as hard as i can at them or if i want to be held. i'm. going to try to busy myself with something. i don't know why i'm like this all of a sudden.
(\ /) but if she finds that her stubbornness, can't outweigh all the loneliness, i'll be here when she falls back to earth. and i'll be kind, i'll be everything you can't find in the streets, at least i can try, i'll be here if you are.
(\ /) bluh. think i'm in some kind of mood again. #yearning ...?
(\ /) #yearning alright. last one for now because i feel like he might wake soon. maybe it was the booze (#substance ?), made us both ease up a little more than we have in a while, so that could contribute to my overthinking. but this is the closest we've been to each other for a while when it wasn't him helping clean my wounds, or me doing the same unto him. his body's a lot warmer than mine. and i'm running cold, so it feels... nice. like i don't want to leave his side, although i'm anticipating when i have to.
(\ /) #yearning expecting the sunrise soon. still haven't left from my spot beside him. i only just noticed he had his glasses on in his sleep, so i had to carefully take them. i had one hand against his face to gently hold him steady as i did this, and i swore i could feel his head lean into it. i don't know what i'm doing. he didn't seem bothered by me moving my hand away after i got his glasses, but now i'm... curious.
(\ /) #yearning i should probably assure you all that i'm not normally like this, i promise. but i guess there is no harm in a little indulging. feeling the way my fingers tread through his greying curls. he's probably due for a haircut, but i kind of like it when he looks a little scruffy. or i just have an unfortunate taste for 'pathetic' men.
(\ /) i should probably sort out some of these posts. #yearning ? i guess? he's still sleeping. i'm surprised all of my chittering hasn't woken him up yet. that in it of itself isn't a problem, i just feel like i can't move from his side until he's woken up because it'll disturb him... i've just been counting the amount of sunspots on his face. and scars. time aged him to look quite well, but it not kindly.