Sometimes I wish I could rest my ear against one side of your head and listen to your thoughts. I want to hear the voice that speaks to you, the missing piece that doesn’t leave your mouth with the truth. The only voice in your head that echoes freely and uncensored. Your guilts, your creativity, your secrets. I want to know it all.

bbones:

so there was this woman and uh she was on an airplane. and she was flying to meet her fiance seaming high above the largest ocean on planet earth…she was seated next to this man who.. that she had tried to start conversations but the only thing she had really heard him say was to order his blood mary. she was sitting there and she was reading this reaaally arduous magazine article about a third world country that couldnt even pronounce th-the name of. and she was feeling very bored and despondent. and then uh suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out, and they started just falling thirty thousand feet and the pilots on the microphone and hes saying im sorry im sorry oh my god im sorry and apologizing. and she looks at the man and she says where we goin? and he looks at her and he says uh, we’re going to a party. its a birthday party. its your birthday party. happy birthday darling. we love you very very very very very very much. and then he starts humming this little tune and it kinda goes like this 1, 2, 1 2, 3, 4

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Sometimes I wonder…