A little death without mourning
No call and no warning
Baby, a dangerous idea
That almost makes sense.
Love is drowning in a deep well
All the secrets, and no one to tell.
Take the money, honey...
Blindness.
Love is blindness, I don't want to see
Won't you wrap the night around me?
Oh, my love,
Blindness.
god i'm tired.
No call and no warning
Baby, a dangerous idea
That almost makes sense.
Love is drowning in a deep well
All the secrets, and no one to tell.
Take the money, honey...
Blindness.
Love is blindness, I don't want to see
Won't you wrap the night around me?
Oh, my love,
Blindness.
god i'm tired.
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So in line with that, I tend to dislike the uncomfortable silence that can last days on end when wondering about that special someone. I would like it if they told me they wanted to talk to me. I would tell them. I do. but I'm usually quite busy so I sort of hope they understand my curious absence.
that's all i meant, really.
honestly i have my ritual of reading certain journals and reading/replying to certain journals and for some reason i don't deviate... i'm just too eccentric sometimes. i also have to turn the alrm clock on and off 3 times before i can leave it set for the morning, i like to kiss and three's and everything that can end in an odd number does. i should make a list one day