You know how at the most inappropriate times,
Like during class,
Or on a bus and you're super close to a person,
and you accidentally shock them?
And there's this "oh, shit" moment,
an "I'm sorry, that was kinda awkward" moment
a "I wonder if he/she thinks I'm cute" moment
all at the same time?
That's how I feel everyday with you.
It's a quarter to three and I can't sleep.
I can feel your soft breathing against my neck and I want to just
turn around and touch your face.
I want to trace your brow line with my fingers
and kiss your jawbone,
Angelheaded hipster girls prey on gangly boys in Buddy Holly glasses. It's a pack mentality.
Wired: Dani Williams
I can’t sleep.
Thoughts are forming and swirling through my brain as if nuclear fusion itself has been created only to be released in a mushroom cloud. I lay on my bed staring at the popcorn ceiling only to count the aspestis and seriouslyplot outhow many books I can read beforedawn, how fast I can clean my room, and how many times I can rearrange the books on my book shelves, (all twelve of them) before I can completely master the calculations and probability of it all.
My knees bounce in short...