big girl in a big world.

The bun, the I didn’t have time to do my hair. Happy Monday

Trusting your key, fitting my lock
Hoping to hear the tick and the tock
Of Counting down days
Picking out names
Trusting your key, fitting my lock

Giving you a vacancy
Inside of my sea
making a new version of you and me
Trusting your key
trusting
your
key

Would she laugh like you?
Be creative like me?
Were there copies for a few
Of that overused key?

Trusting your key to fit in my lock
No more sunrises
Everything stops
No 4am surprises
Every
thing
stops

humming neon signs
vacancy
Vacancy
Vacancy

nailsbyveryemily:

As promised, a better picture of this.

Sometimes I feel like our hearts have gotten so tangled, it is no longer clear which is which. I love it when he says “I’m on my way home.” When did I become home? It doesn’t matter. I hope to always house his heart as he does mine. I admit things to him I have never said aloud, even to myself. Somehow he knows what I’m going to say before I say it. I’ve lost all desire for anyone else. At t his point, I can say without a doubt, this will leave a stain in my heart. A big, huge, stain. As much as he tries to assure me that we will always be in one another’s lives, part of me knows that will only happen in the form of a memory. I will be a memory to him. He will be one of my favorites.

I am sitting here on 4hrs of sleep but…

Who needs sleep when you can stay awake making each other laugh?

Who needs sleep when you can trace your lover’s face with your fingertips?

who needs sleep when you have love?