Kinda getting sick of only spending time with you when we’re sleeping
Posts tagged Journal.
My terrarium is dying… No little plant’s, keep going…
Sometimes you meet someone and even though you
never liked brown eyes before, their eyes are your now favourite colour.
I can’t sleep and I have to get up around 4:30 am for a 8:30 am flight to Sydney for my Nanas funeral
David is asleep next to me, he’s so wonderful
I’d trust this man with my soul I can’t wait to see you/smother you in kisses, ughhhhh
If one more complete stranger stops me and asks if I’m a model I may just throw myself off a cliff
Stahp, it’s embarrassing and makes me uncomfortable
I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.
I just feel like curling up in your arms, my eyes are burning, my heart is withering and bleeding…
Tonight is a sad time…
Rest in peace to my lovely little nana
You’re one of the last people I didn’t expect to receive a phone call from. Considering it’s been quite a while…
Our souls intertwined before we had the privilege to meet in the flesh Shy smiles and heavy heartbeats confirmed it was love at first sight I’ve already drowned in those hazel eyes
I’m a thinker, not a talker.
You know when you’re little spoon and sleeping with someone and you wake up a little and scoot your butt and back towards them and they just so happen to be awake too and pull you in closer and you fall back asleep? Yeah. That.