I’m drunk and I know that I shouldn’t have texted you. I just felt like I needed to tell you something, anything. I just keep thinking about how long it’s been since we’ve been together. I have a feeling you didn’t want me to. But to be honest I’ve kissed enough boys to know that you are the only one I want to tell me you love me. I don’t know how to make you understand that. I can’t keep taking it one day at a time. I still love you too much.
You’re not going to text me later like you said you would
I don’t know why but recently my friends (some of whom are on this website) have been so incredibly good to me, exactly when I needed it, and I’m feel so blessed and in awe I can’t make a coherent post about it. About 6 years ago I felt like I didn’t have a single friend, and look at me now. I’m grateful and I love you.
“I do wish we’d met years ago,” he says at last, and it’s as if he’s accusing Bilbo of somehow not making it happen.
“You said that before, too,” Bilbo fights right back.
“Well, it’s true!”
“Well you would have hated me! And I you.”
Ahh it’s been since i finished reading The Ghost And Mr. Baggins by bilboo that i wanted to draw something for it and finally i had the time ;v;! I adore this fic, really, everything about it just compels me. The constant feeling i had while reading it was melancholia, hence the greyish blue