phoebes.

There's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
There's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
It's still a little harder to say what's going on
There's still a little bit of your ghost, your weakness
There's still a little bit of your face,
I haven't kissed You step a little closer each day
That I can't see what's going on

damien rice, on repeat. looped.

tonight was amazing.

amazing, all smiles.
laughed till i cried, acted completely retarded at all the right times, smile never left my face, forgot about everything, ate amazing food, honey butter all night, good movies, just laughing like i did tonight though, best night in a long time.. hands down. i'm back!

" you have perfect eyes." aw, flattery.
not used to all these compliments.
i need a shower and a snuggle.