When “tumblr famous” bears get cliché and not very well done or original tattoos…
And everyone is all over the pictures saying how hot it is and how awesome it is… It genuinely makes me heartily laugh.
So, the man in my life…
I really like him. An entire whole mega bunch. Way more, I’m sure, than he likes me and way more than I probably should (having only actually met him twice). But there’s one thing really frustrating about him.
He’s NEVER off his phone. Like, on our first date he hardly used it, then on our second date he never put it down. He paid more attention to his phone than to me it felt like… I can’t be the only one that thinks that’s a bit rude, can I? Like… it’s not clingy if I think you probably shouldn’t even use your phone at all when you’re on a date. I know that I never, except to set an alarm and check the time. Or check facebook when he was at the toilet or something.
It’s also to soon to complain about it, so I’ll have to put up with it until/if things go further with us.
Genuinely way more excited than I should be.
Got my second date with a guy today. He’s so damned nice and so damned sexy and SO DAMNED awesome in bed. Like seriously. We’re going to the cinema then dinner then back to his for couch cuddles and lots of sexy time.
But yeah… My point is: I like him way more than I should. Only known him 3 weeks and I can already see me falling for him (clingy type much?) the problem with this is that I don’t have a CLUE how much he likes me. I don’t have a clue what he’s looking for out of what we’ve got. It’s never been voiced that he wants a boyfriend but it’s never been voiced that he doesn’t. I really don’t want to scare him away, but it’s difficult to not show just how much I like the guy.
Lyrics I wrote when I was going through a bit of depression. I’ll finish this song one day haha.
I’m digging myself into a rut
It’s deeper than its ever been before
Escape seems improbable, implausible,
Impossible.
The air above is fresh and clean
But it’s not what I want. It comes with hidden demons.
The walls of this hole are safe,
They are known and familiar now,
More comfortable than before.
I’m digging myself into a rut
It’s deeper than its ever been before
Escape seems improbable, implausible,
Impossible.
Darkness is fading in, a comforting blanket.
With cruel intentions
Hands reach to help, grasping and grabbing
But the hole is too deep.
I reach, clawing at the walls of dirt
That crumble and fall at my touch
This rut is digging into me
Not narrow or deep but shallow and wide
