thoughts found a new vessel

I love talking to James. He tells of stories I thought I've heard before, only they're more real now, not just fabrications inspired by cinema and novels.

Our best conversations are those we have when we're sober, like I've got everything -every secret I have- piled up waiting for the perfect moment to be shared and told. It's like talking to a stranger you meet at a bar.

I always wake up early now since James happened. He always sends me these cheesy good morning/boyfriend messages, and itt gets annoying at times because I can't go back to sleep when something/someone wakes me up.

red curtains!