here is something
Everything is about you right now. Everything is about distance. Everything is about how far apart we are.6 notes
You and I were so happy just to be in a room together, and heinously miserable when apart. At least, that was my take on the situation.
A week ago I crawled into bed with an inconsolable loneliness. Yours were the only hands that would have understood.
What did you mean by this?
And does anyone else want to elaborate on their experiences? I’m currently trying to decide if I should continue discussing the possibility of one, or if I’d be able to handle putting all my cards on the table for someone who isn’t right here, next to me. You can reblog or email me (if you don’t want everyone to read it). Thanks everyone.
casimirpulaskiday:(via parti)
Maybe it’s the percocet or the wine or the aleve or the conversation I’ve been having all night but…things feel better.