What I hate is coming home at the end of the night, alone.
I'm not talking about getting laid, making out, or even feeling lonely, but when I have to come back to the apartment after having fun, I want someone to share it with. 'Cause that's good. It means even if I fall asleep, me and the other will still be in that buzz of joy, whatever may have caused it.
Bloobity-blah.
I'm not talking about getting laid, making out, or even feeling lonely, but when I have to come back to the apartment after having fun, I want someone to share it with. 'Cause that's good. It means even if I fall asleep, me and the other will still be in that buzz of joy, whatever may have caused it.
Bloobity-blah.
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korben:
scott:
sometimes coming home to an empty house is better than coming home to someone who resents your joy. there's a beauty in revelling in your own joy, even if it only belongs to you.