You're A Wanker Number Nine

18 London | wlw | always lowkey plotting

qumi:

me: is okay for weeks, sometimes months, convinced i’ve moved on, then one song plays, then it becomes a whole playlist, and then i’m in bed with my heart aching and empty, and i feel as though all these months of progress have been in vain, and i finally close my eyes hoping i meet you in my dream, and perhaps i do, perhaps i dont, but im grateful. your memory often lulls me to sleep.

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