bbbek

I'm sick of waking up every morning with chest pains, and trying to pretend they precede you.
It's winter, where the fuck is the rain >.<

it's saturday morning and i can feel winter moving in.
i love everything about saturday mornings,
the sounds or lack of,
the tastes, if i can manage to crawl out of bed and put the kettle on,
the atmosphere.

the fact that you still have a day, [sunday]
of freedom.

thankyou, saturday.
today, you are my muse <3