This heart wont settle.
im short, im not super skinny, i dont talk like a princess and dont demand things, i have a strange sense of humor and laugh at almost everything, i can be really immature when i want to be, im not girly, and i dont think its super disgusting when someone farts or burps near me. if they did, youd most likely catch me giving them a hi-5. i dont like having long nails coz i cant play guitar with them. ill tell you the honest truth about how i feel and wont fuck you around, i like this one boy a lot, i barely use this thing, but im lovely if you try talk to me :)
So. Last night Anthony came to my house. And we spoke about everything, and I cried while he held me. And told me i still looked beautiful while I cried. Which, funnily enough, not the first time I’ve heard that. But anyway, back to my story.
After our splendid night, he fell asleep cuddling me. And I couldn’t sleep.
Me: I’m going out to watch movies with gin and Andy.
Anthony: okay. *snores*
*come back in the room 10 minutes later, shivering.*
he put both blankets on me, cupped my body toward his, held my hand, and continued snoring.
it actually makes me really sad that one of MY actual friends or family come out to my shows. I appreciate the ones who do come out like crazy, but it would be nice to see someone I’ve know for a long time come out, even if they don’t like the music we play.
you drive me fucking crazy and I hate that it’s okay with you.
