No matter how I look at it it hurts. He’ll go on and mind his own business. I just want him to be happy, even if I feel like I’m lost. I’m only a duckling. I need to learn how to fly on my own eventually. Letting go of these old, rusted feelings and accepting that he’s my friend and band mate… It’s probably time for that.

Eh. I want to play more Skyrim. But sleep. Wait. Sake. Then Skyrim. Then sleep. Possibly in the midst of Skyrim.

In just our underwear, so our skin can touch? Can I hold you while you wrap yourself around me? I’ll play with your hair and drag my fingertips across your skin. I’ll peck at your neck while you giggle and tell me to stop. We could whisper sweet things to each other over pillows that no one could hear. We’d just stare in each others eyes until a smile cracked the silence of our lips. 

(via riku-anon)

They could be right. I guess maybe I should try to make friends? That might be better… Eh. Heheh— maybe.