Sometimes I get a little sad because I want to date someone, I want to be in love and feel ridiculous and hopefull and completely disregard the fact that of course it won’t last forever. I don’t want it to. I want to lay in bed and smoke cigarettes and drink shitty beer and eat sushi and udon at least once a week and listen to music and nap and read and wander around public places with no intention but laughing and talking and touching as much as possible with someone and I know that this is all very silly I understand that but I want it for a little while or maybe longer.
I hate sleeping alone, I just want to make someone into a home;
even if I know better.
Especially because I know better.
