#mooods

i just want soft love™. you stroking my hair, grinning three hours later on the street because ur thinking of me, gushing to ur friends about me. me singing love songs in the afternoon as i leave to go home, not even caring if anyone hears, catching ur initials in license plates and no one knows why i don’t look stressed anymore. all that shit. i want it so bad.

It’s late at night. I’m tired as heck. And hyped as heck too. That’s a strange crazy mixture. And ideas, ideas, ideas are there in my mind... I wonder if my dreams are going to be filled with nonsense and wild action tonight. I would be glad to have one of those.