I Dont Post About Her Often Enough, I Feel, But I Still Hunger After Her. I Mourn That I Did Not See

I don’t post about her often enough, I feel, but I still hunger after her. I mourn that I did not see her, did not wrap my arms around her and burrow into her chest today. I feel pained. I don’t care if it’s odd. I love her, and words are barely enough to convey it.

Blasting fever ray and carb loading at 1009

I’ve… seen things you people wouldn’t believe;

Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.

I’ve watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate.

All those… moments will be lost in time, like tears… in the rain.

Probably one of the worse feelings I’ve had is someone glaring at me after I’ve walked half an hour on a Saturday morning for food and I’m just trying to eat and get the fuck out. Like I’m sorry dude. Is my existence offensive. Do you want me to punch you. Because at this point I’m not scared, I’m pissed off and I will ruin your day.

Listening to bird calls instead of doing my pre lab work 🙄