sierrasrightbrain: You just gotta pull over your car, move the seat back, punch off the radio, attack your steering wheel and cry for a minute. When you’re done, continue to drive.
You have stolen all my senses. There’s a fever in my heart, and you are...– Ellie Goulding
Because 2010 was so long ago, and here we are.
I swear my heart stopped, but at the same time the beats were about to pound straight out of my chest. I could hear so clear, my ears have never felt so open to listen. My mouth was dry, I had no words to speak or any desire to. I just wanted to listen. My eyes were so glazed over, I couldn’t see. Tears ran down my face as I wore my stone cold expression. My hands were so cold as they sat...
You’re contagious and obscene, you occupy my dreams. My senses plea. The touch of your lips, I’m weak.
Somewhere In Between
I lost the favorite thing I’ve ever written The piece of paper that had the ability to make someone cry I had two copies and I can’t believe I misplaced mine. I’m hoping that you have it underneath your bed In a box full of memories and old, retired threats. You were never organized though, so I’m sure as hell you forgot about that. There is no thought here, just...