They Killed My Man Once An Act And He Served Cunt Each Time, I’m Sobbing

my sad man

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 (𝟷𝟿𝟹𝟶) 𝙿𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞 𝙲𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚊

cuddling through the years

Someone felt fabulous 

i had written this at 3am last night and i just thought that it was a nice description of sleep, so i’m deciding to post it here

sleep feels like a hug from a loving parent. and though sometimes you try to resist it, you fall into its embrace in the end. soft and dark, you feel all it’s harsh edges and it scares you a little, thinking of what it could do. but you know it will be alright, because sleep will always be there for you. and it will always greet you warmly. and no matter how hard you resist it, no matter how little you get. it’s always there, just waiting for you to come back to it. even if it is just to lightly graze it’s skin. it will be most thankful though, of when you embrace it fully, wrap both arms around it, squeeze gently, and hold onto it for a while. it will wrap an arm around your back, a hand placed gently on your head, it’s chin rested on your hair, gently nuzzled. sleep will always try and be gentle with you. because it needs you as much as you need it, you just don’t realise it. i need sleep. bad. i need it badly. and i’m ready to slip into it’s warm embrace. i love you sleep, thank you for being there. goodnight.