#bluster.txt

It’s different type of tired when you sleep with the door open

at the amount of times i've been on an aeroplane it never cease to fascinate me. the feeling of it. the adrenaline rush as i hear the groans of the engine and the speed as it takes off. the sheer power the pilot has, controlling such a magnificent ship. the phenomenal feeling of being above the world, into the clouds and beyond. everything else is behind me.

don't you hate it when your brain is laggy? like why the fuck is my dream buffering?

don’t you hate it when you have a favourite song and nobody knows is and suddenly kaboom its mainstream and so common and you hear it everywhere :/// like it’s not yours anymore :///

and what was it but our boneless tongues that made us loose the steadiness in our lives