hold my hand in the cemetery and you'll be safe

number thirteen

it's currently 7:50am and i feel as if i owe you this and it's been in my works for a while. i love you, moses allen carter. i truly love you. i love you more than margot robbie and that is a hell if a lot.

i adore your cheesiness and your horrible jokes, the way you like to call yourself a princess and the way you pull off my lip gloss. i adore everything about you and i could never get bored of you. ever.

you'll always be the old man i take advantage of and i'll run away with your puppy and our kittens. you'll wake up with your wallet gone and probably end up in a care home and a pretty nurse will fall for your charm, yet you'll stay smitten for the pouty princess who constantly asked you to drink bleach, okay? okay.

i love you. you should know that by now. i mean, i usually wake up at the ungodly hour of 1pm, but i tend to give my precious sleep up to watch- the worst tv show: the golden girls. don't take any offence, i know they 'tickle you pink.' you baffle me sometimes.

anyways, i shall end this here because i'm not very happy with this & i'm not going to proof read because i'll end up deleting it. you're probably in the shower or sleeping but i love you so much, my old age pensioner.

-driftings