Mystical

Toby's ulterior motive right now is to get me stoned. or high. or whatever it is. basically me passing out because of

(exhaustion + getting high + stress + sleepless nights = toby's plan!)

and i have successfully found yet another excuse to party! ryan's back :D
poor guy
i havent given him much credit for all the things he's been doing. but oh well. he's still worthy of every penny. and ladies. he's so available. and totally needed. not by me.

its been 13 days, 22 hours and 15 minutes
and it will be another 5 days, 13 hours and 32 minutes
before i see
you!

I dont know why i care so much. I am yet to be intrigued by your vivid imagination of stumbling into my life.
It's like a stone throw away from perfect, yet you are so careful.
Cautious with your never ending predicments.
Sweet words ; apologies
they've become more meaningless. and i cant do this anymore.

there's never a right time with you
there's never a right moment with you.
yet all i do.
is try to find it.
try to dig deep and search for the very last thing that will make this.

Bacardi and Nicotine has never looked this good.
The way i feel for you tonight, is like a drug, heaved into the depths of my heart, and plunged by a breaking line.
You take my breath away. Even when your not around, you still manage that.
The longevity of wine, and the strength of whiskey is all just a remarkable sign that i'm about to break out.
The shore has swept away the pieces that were never picked up.
And we have brought yet another pile to add to it.
The more and more we bring to the table the larger our appetite gets.
The truffle waiting by the side for dessert is calling out to the appealing senses of a person who loves sweetness in food.
The main meal may be skipped for dessert by some.
Yet most will ditch it for the alco.
Time spent socializing over drinks, and remembering the insecure moments is all we seem to look forward too.
At night, we dance to the slow song playing by the band. Your hand grazes my back as we dance the night away along the banks of Southampton.
You look deeply in my eyes and tell me that you can see yourself with no one else.
I hold my breath, and seize the moment.
And before i know it.
The
Touch and Lips.
I froze. With the drizzle beginning and the night fading, the sunlight sweeps through with danger signs all over.
You spin me around for one last time. And lead me out.
We now walk, at a pace meant for an old couple just out of rehab.
We both look like we need a twelve hour nap before starting the day.
You kiss me quick, before the last chord was played. It was magical.
We broke down the wall, the unbarricaded wall which led to deception. You closed the chapter which started with a new one with the start of us.
I'm done keeping you out of my life.
And as the day went out, you made it more clear that you're hear to stay.
The nicotine addiction is something i crave for. The essence in the smell of it, and as the smell lingers in the room. You will get used to it.
We crossed the line tonight. It being good or bad is a judgemental fact.
I think i've crossed at least ten of those lines tonight just with you alone.
If i could screw you over, i wouldn't.
You made my day.
As you leaned over to kiss the night away, i could just lay still as you embraced me
As you carelessly let your lips feel the shape of my body. and as you could just mount over anything right now. I gradually push you away.
My last kiss with you, my first kiss to eternity. It was special.
Yet wonderful


edit: I'm living it up whether you like it or not

Listening to: michael buble - everything

feeling: sorta okay!

Life is like an hour glass glued to the table <3