In your deepest pain In your weakest hour In you darkest night You are lovely

sleep brushes the mind, but the mind is restless, always in thought, in dreams, of day and night, it has no end, but yet it has never stopped starting a new thought but the thought never dies, it just morphs

D:

wow! first time on tumblr, since like forever D: Hipsters beware i may hate on you, though if your a nice person i might get over the fact that your a hipster

You lay against my chest; head nestled in my palm. I lift your chin and kiss your lips, which are tastless, moist and plump. our lips part, and i hear footsteps from the lonely ally, I turn my head in a sharp jolt, she traces my my line of sight towards an old man in a ruggered suite, talking to himself by a shop window, he walks towards us. I hold her a bit tighter, being proctective, but caustious not to hurt my beloved. We watch the old man as he reaches a window that is accross the lane from our….

and now i am stuck. :/ sometimes i hate writing