your ghost still
haunts me late
at night when im
your ghost still
haunts me late
at night when im
Sometimes I like to get deep.
Ashes on paper.
Pen inking nonsense.
Too many thoughts
I know it may not seem that late but for me 230AM is fucking late or early depending on how you like to look at things.
I’m laying here wide awake.
I just want to sleep but everytime I close my eyes my boyfriend snores like an elephant (never heard one snore but I assume very loudly)and my aunt talks to herself. No we are not in the same room. Just attached by a very thin wall-Im pretty sure I could punch through it.
First off, her tv is pretty damn loud and because I’m too nice a person I’m not gonna tell her to shut the shit off. Secondly, this is not judging because its a serious issue, but she talks to the voice in her head,out loud and sometimes very adamantly.
Shes a night owl and all I can hear is the tv and muffled self conversations-uh can you guys lower it down in there?
Now back to the boyfriend-hes a snorer and idk if anybody elses SO is a snorer, but for someone like me who is a light sleeper and already has sleep issues, it fucking sucks!
Every 5 minutes I’m pushing him onto his side so he can breathe better, giving me a false sense of quiet just to be disturbed again.
Dude get your shit fixed.
At home its not a problem because I end up sleeping by myself-not my fault hes the most deep sleeper I know and a couch lover. So i usually get the king bed all to my little self.
On vacation we have a 6’5 person pretty much squished in a twin size with me,snoring.
I rather have the 500 elbows hes been throwing at me then his snoring. At least, maybe one of his elbows will knock me out and I wont have to hear it.
I knew this was gonna happen and did I bring my ear plugs,no0o0o0o.
So I’ll just be awake till my ears bleed or I commit murder,which ever comes first. 😇
Loneliness is like the night sky,
Dark and beautiful.
I found your shirt today.
The smell reminded me of the passion we used to have.
The way you would back me up against the wall,
Hand sinking deep into my warm, wet flesh.
Leaving a blazing trail down my breasts.
trapped in my lungs,
Begging for your every touch.
We didn’t need a reason for,
Tangled limbs upon messed up sheets.
*sleeping shaking body of boyfriend*
Lex:*low mumbles* “ahhh, heyy”.mumble mumble mumble, more shaking
Fuck you..noo noo.”
Me: *all the way on the other side of the bed,wide eyed* “uhh…babee…?”
Me: fuck me!
I tried shaking him but then realized that is probably not the best idea. This has happened before, but I’m usually not almost asleep and in dead silence. Scared the living shit out of me. I’ve told him before that he talks in his sleep and shakes but he never believes me. I should have recorded it,for evidence of course. Unfortunately, I was too freaked out to even move;I’ve never heard him this angry or loud before.
Today he had some issues at work and I take it its bothering him in dreamland,sounded like he was talking to someone from work. Craaaaazy.
Well he’s silent for now.
But still looks like I’m going to be awake for a little longer.
As I lay here smoking and listening to the boyfriend snore I realized for the who knows number weekend in a row I did absolutely nothing.
Actually I may have done some school work last weekend but still.
This semester is a bitch for me.
Technically, I “graduated” two years ago but due to financial situations and adding a minor,OH and taking off a semester I’m stuck in college till April.
Now back to the lazy weekend.
No cleaning, laundry,homework.
I did cook and managed to drag myself into the shower.WIN.
Other than that me, the couch and the meatbag (cat) had an awesome time binge watching Hemlock Grove.
I had ice cream for dinner and breakfast sometime during the weekend. I advise,despite the delicousness, to NOT do that. It was sooo good, until my body demanded actual nutrients. Stupid body.
I neglected school work. I figured I’m failing 2 out of the 3 fucking classes im taking. So whats the point. I’m retaking them next semester anyways.
Hope everyone else had a better weekend!
There once was a cat named Sophie who loved nothing but to chase the birds, eat delicous Tilapia,and to sleep on her favorite chair.
As the years went on and she got older, the once adventerous cat spent more and more time eating and sleeping.
She rarely wanted to go out, for fear of other cats or lack of enjoyment we will never know. She laid around all day, only waking to feast before lazing around again.
Then one day, Sophie’s back hair was noticeably different,matted in a certain spot. She didn’t seen to mind and went about her normal routine.
But it got bigger and bigger.
Her owners couldn’t have that. She couldn’t be petted. So something needed to be done.
Off Sophie went to the doctor.
We were then informed Sophie the cat was too fat to clean herself properly. She had eaten herself to the point of not being able to bend around and lick her back.
They shaved her back and put her on a diet, that she seems to be tolerating better than expected.
Anddd thats the story how we found out our perfect cat was technically obese.
On the topic of cats :
We have some stray cats living in our backyarc since the summer. I think we need to get rid of them despite me letting them in and playing with them lol. Plus our cat HATES them. The boyfriend on the otherhand wants to keep them even though the city was called on us. We’ll see what happens.
“Whats the matter,baby” he says,
Gently pushing her against the wall,
Her eyes glaze over,
red lips pouting,
“Nothing anymore” she says, “kiss me”
“Mm,you taste like my favorite,
sadness and wine”