i wanna swim in your eyes and nap in your soul.

It’s raining,
And I wish you were here.
Because, and I know it’s cliché,
But I’m falling a lot harder
Than this rain, and dear,
It’s torrential here.
But these sheets of rain
Remind me of the sheets we share,
And I’d just as quickly
Wrap myself up in them
If I thought you were in there, too.
It’s 101° there.
But here it’s raining.
And I miss you.

i bought my last pack of 24 candles
‘cause who’d forget to blow their birth years away
then realised i need one extra candle
for being 25..
but who’s keeping count?
my twenties are like entering a roundabout
‘til you exit the right way out
‘cause if you’re wondering
i’m twenty something,
and i stopped counting