hang over

Told my friend (who also likes star wars) that i still couldnt move on from the last jedi esp. the parts involving Reylo
  • Friend: I managed to get over it after a couple of days.
  • Me *thinking*: I should stop obsessing about the last jedi, especially about Reylo, this is getting unhealthy
  • Me: *couple of minutes later*
  • Me: *reads more Reylo fanfic, reblogs posts about Reylo, watches theories about Reylo* Yeah, this is the life.
  • HELP

I vow to love you at 2 in the morning, when your cheek is pressed against the bathroom floor after numerous shots of vodka.

I vow to love you at 10 in the morning, when you’re sitting on the couch with a duvet wrapped around you, nursing ‘the worst hang over ever’ and you’re grateful for the cup of coffee I hand you.

I vow to love you at 4 in the afternoon, when you try to kiss me with your frosting covered mouth because there isn’t a day that passes where you don’t eat cake at 4 in the afternoon.

I vow to love you at 9 in the evening, when we’re a tangle of limbs on the pull out couch and you’re trying to keep your eyes open because they hadn’t quite gotten to your favourite part of the movie yet.

I vow to love you at 3 in the morning, when you’re covered in sweat and your hair is plastered to your neck and forehead because you’d been having nightmares again. I vow to love you especially then.

I vow to love you at 6 in the morning, when you’d just fallen asleep and the morning sun will turn your hair into a light shade of brown and your face will look so peaceful, untwisted with emotion.

But most especially, I vow to love you at all hours of the day and night. I vow to love you even with greying hair and wrinkles. I vow to love you even when you make horrible, dirty jokes all the time. I vow to love you, for as long as I still walk the earth. Even if I’m bedridden, or if i’m rocking a wheelchair. I vow to love you even when your demons become too strong. I vow to love you then. Especially then.

—  Z / An Excerpt from A Book I’ll Never Write #13 Vows

Sonic tumbles out of bed, but is still tangled in blankets, so it’s rather unsuccessful. Ugh. How late did he stay up? What time was it? How much did he drink last night? Probably not much… He always made a point to not go overboard. Especially because. Sonic was a huge lightweight. Maybe Rouge convinced him to have one too many, or try something that turned out to be too strong… He was sure he would remember soon enough.

His blurry eyes looked around, and he quickly realized he wasn’t at home. Well, not his first home. This was Tails’ place. Great. Carted home by his littler brother. What a wonderful example he was. Oh well, at least he didn’t make a habit of this. The only thing he was really upset about at the moment was his aching head.