Chasing pavements | Timothée Chalamet

She burns and I'm filled with hope

One of my fav parts yet

POV: Timothee chalamet

She burns – foy vance

She's a little explosion of hope

Never turns the lights down low

She can go there if you wanna though

There are no markings on her country roads

No sigh to show the way back home

But when you get there you won't wanna go

I've frozen all my desire

Covered up in virgin snow

But when I stand beside her

She burns yeah she burns

Like petrol soaked paper and fire works

And I'm burning yeah I'm burning

I'm burning so deep that just breathing hurts

I'm melting darling I can't let go

She likes to lay under the covers though

Pretending everywhere's our home

Keeps me warm right to my very soul

We get so tangled up it's hard to know

What is hers and what's my own

Vines at the bottom of an olive grove

I've frozen all my desire

Covered up in virgin snow

But when I stand beside her

She burns yeah she burns

Like petrol soaked paper and fire works

And I'm burning yeah I'm burning

I'm burning so deep that just breathing hurts

I'm melting darling I can't let go

This song is so beautiful I can't even

we ate a lazy dinner together, making jokes and giggling throughout, while sneaking glances and touches. After that we were both too tired to do anything else and went to bed, I had kissed Andy goodnight in the hallway which escalated and ended in her now laying in my bed probably still asleep or looking at the view through the open curtains because we were too busy to close them last night.

I had woken up before her and spent some time just looking at her, how her hair was messily spread out around her, her hand curled in a fist resting on my chest, her face snuggled against me, the blankets just around her waist revealing her bare back.

I had my fingers running up her spine, feeling her skin under the tips of my fingers, her soft breaths against my chest and her curled up and around me, laying there in the morning light.

She is a bundle of sunshine when she's happy, a raging thunderstorm when she's upset.

She walked-limped- into the kitchen where I was making us breakfast while deep in thought.

I felt the familiar burning in my chest as I took her in, limping a bit from last night, wearing only my boxers and my shirt. The markings on her neck were mine, and the limp in her step is something I gave her. It all burned in my chest.