you made a home in my dreams

via wallowing; i love this arrangement of words

Look, I told you all of this before. I kept the photographs. We got excited and thought we were finally going to find a home. We were still awkward and bored, trying to light a cigarette with a lighter that’s running out of fuel. Taking some pills to make the world pretty again, looking at birds. But you don’t feel much of anything anymore, you go to the movies alone every once in a while. For all the people you’ve fucked you really just want to lay down in bed with someone who has known you for years.