make me fall

sunday evening and my case of serious hungover is down to minimal. yesterday was fun. though, tired of putting myself in weird positions. hungry kisses and all i could think about was you. wondering what you were doing, who you were kissing- my mind went on forever while my hands were grabbing someone elses neck. i'm tired of loving you, it's so fucking lonely. i'm so fucking lonely. we're one you know, me and loneliness, and somewhere i think we really really must love one another.

Helgi Jonsson – Glóandi