I NEED TO WRITE FANFICTION <- guy who is perfectly capable of writing fanfiction <- guy who is not writing fanfiction

"Oh wow she's such a sophisticated, put-together sexywoman" WRONG that's her FACADE she's actually a DWEEB and her music taste would put her mother into a COMA

i just wanna be good enough in my eyes

I’m six years old. We’re dancing in the kitchen while cookies are baking in the oven. My older sister teaching me in the ways of the jitterbug. Growing up we fought like cats and dogs but underneath it all was a bond forged of illicit car rides. Time passed, suddenly I wasn’t that little girl anymore. I had grown. The time of when my tears could be soothed with the promise of a tea party were over. My first heartbreak was met with a listening ear and advice to break a nose. Turns out you were right, I did forget his name. Our laughter as we lost big at cards was met with confused glances. Memories of times past slip through my fingers. And all at once, I’m thrown back into the memories of a child’s tears and your newly turned adult freedom. The past and present collide inside my soul as I watched you bike away on a long journey up the coast.

They say love makes you crazy and boy they were right. Please don’t blame me, I got lost in the haze of the human condition we call love.

I ache for the shape of you on my loneliest of days. Every lyric I hear in a song, I can fit you in it like a puzzle. I memorized the way you walk, it told me how you were feeling before you could utter a word. And your smile confirmed it wasn’t a good day. Curled up on the couch, we laugh at the cheesiness of your comfort show. Your night brightened with each shared chuckle. You hold me all night long and something in me heals while breathing in your scent. It’s home. I am enraptured by my need to have you in my bones.

no rest for me and im not even that wicked ?