You weren’t here for Thanksgiving, you won’t be here for my birthday, you might not be here for Christmas, but please, please be here for New Years. I need that kiss.
Look at the sky, tell me what do you see?
|—||The Iliad, Homer (via thefairygarden)|
Please give me patience to not go bat shit crazy on everyone. I feel my patience being wound thinner and thinner, and it’s gonna be the least little thing that sends me over. Just send me one positive, please. Just one thing that will help me through this. Hurry up Sunday, hurry up.
Miley Cyrus is rocking the wrong kind of music. I have her singing “Lilac Wine” “Jolene” and “Look What They’ve Done to My Song” on repeat. I’ve been listening to them for about an hour now. And she is singing to my soul. Maybe she wouldn’t make as much money singing this kind of stuff all the time, but clearly her heart is in this. My vote is to change your sails girl. I’d buy every album.
On another note, my mom changed the air freshener in my hallway today and I can’t exactly place the smell. It takes my back to fall, to the changing of the leaves, to the brisk mornings and cool afternoons. To the sharpening of colors. Add in that my window is open and I’m just in heaven. I’d like to sleep outside and hide from the world in these smells. It reminds me of past relationships. The good kind of memories,the kind that make you want to have coffee and catch up with them, but not rekindle the relationship. Just to remind them that they did mean something to you, and that you still think about them sometimes when the weather is like this. I also have a heavy case of the blues tonight. The kind of blues that force me to open the bathroom window, light some candles, fix a nice hot bath, and open a good book. Escape from my realities for a while.
I miss being in a relationship, and all the fun stuff that goes with it. I think it’s the season. Fall is the perfect season for relationships. The weather starts cooling down, boys will give you their jackets. Pumpkins and falling leaves, and boots, and love, and look at me go!
I miss my best friend. He also passes for a great cuddler. Sleeping alone is just not fun, and it’s easy to get spoiled with someone else. Nights like tonight make his absence extremely evident.
Like I said, nothing but a heavy heart tonight