All i want for Christmas is to wake up next to you, legs intertwined, hearing your gentle breathing. I would softly kiss your cheeks and forehead. “Good morning sleepyhead”, I say with a grin on my face. Your crusted eyes from deep slumber detach as you look up at me and half ass smile, “Good morning my beautiful wife”…
Lately, what I desire most is to be able to wake up in the night and roll over into your warmth. Just you and me sleepy and snuggly under mounds of blankets and each other’s arms; and nothing but the sound of our breathing in the air. I just want you next to me. Your heart beating in my ear, lulling me to sleep. And when you’re not here, it feels like part of me is missing. I want to come home to you and stay forever.
i want to know my way around your kitchen. i want to know where you keep the spices and how much sugar you put in your tea. i want to help you wash the dishes and know where they go when they’re clean. and i want to know you with flour on your hands and sugar on your tongue.
Wilbur is such a wierd fucking man. Like i first got into his content thinking " ah , funny block man " and then i just found out that he wrote one of the most devastating painfully well writen album ever and now hes starting a fucking band like what the fuck???????? What the fuck?????? Like why is he so fucking good at stuff he is block man???????? Like where the fuck did that all come from??