Why can’t I be a really rich nature photographer who everyone respectively leaves alone?
A yellow glow of the lava passing
a flowing from the mountain
the smoke choked the clouds
the ground felt the drought-ing
I would rather be by myself
than pretend that you’re the one
If we were in another universe
I would still choose to be alone
The smoke will smother the sky above
The tidal waves will crash all day
But you’ll still be here
Very much to my dismay
The night ends with my patience
The moon is broke in two
I would rather never know the sensation
Then have to share my lips with you"
Literally crying while listening to My Grandma Vs. Pneumonia.
Today on the phone, my boyfriend said, ”I’m glad you’re here.”
I said, ”I’m here?”
He said, ”on this planet, so I can love you.”
He’s a good one.