And when that morning comes, I’ll make coffee and you’ll read the paper. We’ll talk about our plans and I’ll keep saying “How lucky we are.”
This is the song that I will sing to my forever, if he really exists. This is the sweetest song to sing when the two people still have each other and love each other even though life fucked them. Real real sweet. Maybe in other way and reason, I don’t believe in love and forever—or I just don’t want to believe.But I still want to sing this song to a guy. A certain one. I don’t know.
I love cats, pandas, Peter Pan, Flynn Rider, Green Day, Kate Winslet, fruits,sweaters, Jasmine Green Tea, George Harrison, the moon, the stars, Reading, Sketching, Daydreaming, Imagining, Be Out of Reality for a While.
Caught between trying to live my life and trying to run from it.
I own a tongue that tastes so sweet
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.