I believe in some parallel universe
We are still together.
On my bad days, I let myself slip there.
I see our first apartment.
My books scattered in every nook and cranny
The bed we never make
The couch where we always argue over the remote
Our guitars living by the window
Walking around in your t shirt
And our dog at our feet when we’re kissing in the kitchen.
Thinking of that makes the nights pass easier.
I believe in parallel universes.
won’t you hold my hand? cause i don’t wanna walk alone anymore
This one I actually wrote in advance, surprisingly. I didn’t even know that was possible for me.
My finals start tomorrow, so if y'all wanna keep me in your good luck thoughts I’d really appreciate, lmao.
PROMPT:“You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting very suspicious”
Hab°it: an acquired behavior pattern regularly followed until it has become almost involuntary.
The first time it happens she thinks nothing of it.
They’re in the annual summer fair, it’s the beginning of the summer holidays, a Friday and the crowd reunited at the food court is almost as big as a small country (not really, but she could swear half of Buenos Aires is there) and she just knows she’s gonna get pushed around if she doesn’t hold onto her friends.
“I know one thing. I know that you are wildling to the bone. It was easy to forget that sometimes, when they were laughing together, or kissing. But then one of them would say something, or do something, and he would suddenly be reminded of the wall between their worlds.”