#loose ink

[engrpirata]

W I S H

i wish it was your hands my hands held with i wish it was your shoulder my head leans on i wish it was you on that very moment i wish it was you watching me while i’m sleeping oh god, how i wish it was you how i wish we’re really meant for each other

[sociopathiccutiebootie]

Oct. 08

Tired and scared and pressured and stressed. These are constant flashbulbs that course through me at random times throughout my day. I guess this is it. This is what growing up consists of, aging with worry and insecurities. Constantly striving for some obtainable goal, always wanting something better.. When do you get to just sit and focus on a single task without the worry of what you can get out of it? We should crave nothing, but our pure sarisfaction.