#green sheets

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

Taking up the whole dang bed!

[amritapatel]

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[amritapatel]

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[dream-ethers-blog]

[ryinkelsin]

Ugly green sheets I've always hated but she insists we use them because she claims they match the comforter. She's weird about things like that. This is why our curtains are maroon. She believes it compliments the tan walls and dark stained furniture. This is more than just the room we share. This room holds all our secrets, all our sounds, every single intimate moment we've shared. Within these four walls we've laughed to the point of stomach cramps and tears, where we've cried while trying to push through hardships. Even though I hate these damn sheets they sacred in a way. We've created life on them and shed tears of joy and sadness. She's lying here in a navy blue sweatshirt she always wears no matter the temperature because she's constantly freezing. It's this old ratty thing she can't get rid of. It holds some sort of sentimental value to her. Both her arms are rested above her head and her face is slightly hidden underneath her left arm. I notice a few strands of gray hair but I would never tell her that. When she realizes they are there she blames our children and her job for causing it. She's a more mature version of the woman I married but she's still as beautiful as ever. Even in a crowded room full of people she's still the only one I see.

[crashbashellienash-blog]

and yet, i'm yelling in my sleep, yelling to the walls and bed. impossible to try to down this cold fish swimming in my head. and so i watch them, day by day, night by night, i watch them trot. picking petals as i ponder, "he loves me, he loves me not."