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Part of my ongoing investigation into James’ flesh-coloured eyebrows.
I wish I was a model But I'm just a girl whose friends like to take some pics Well that's me feeling like ozzy
Overthinking
It can start with something simple.
Like not getting a kiss goodbye or not receiving a text back.
Little things that could easily be shrugged off.
But in the time of absence,
A stealth attack is performed.
Maybe he’s mad at you.
It’s a whisper, barely there,
but the whisper rotates in my mind.
Gaining momentum,
thought…
after…
thought…
Progressing until a hurricane whirls,
destroying everything I’ve worked for.
All in a matter of moments.
It settles, reducing to a mere drizzle,
then the voice whispers,
Your thoughts are justified.
Speed picks up, heat rising,
Devastation on the molecular level.
Until I find shelter.
“Sorry I fell asleep, I love you.”
Me: Omg Rockstars are so hot
Friend: but they're ol-
Me: HOT ROCKSTARS
Friend: they're twice yo-
Me: SEX GODS