Wise Tabacco
Possible yearning, insanity, nonsensical streams of conciousness.
A lot of these are my own, I would love it if you could reblog them :) You will know they are mine by hovering and seeing less than ten notes though I reblog small stuff like that so it may not be mine. . . But you already knew that...
I can’t sleep. I can never sleep. Even when Nik isn’t snoring. It seems at night every inch of my skin tickles or itches, my stomach decides to fiesta and my hands and feet are either burning or freezing no matter what I do. The street lamps bore into my eye sockets (we have no real curtains only muslin) but I can’t sleep in the dark… Too many noises and creatures and imagination.
At nearly twenty the idea of ghosts, zombies (shiver) and ghouls should be funny but not for me. AHH! I just heard something in my room which was not my cat. Woke Nik up and turned on my lamp. At least this way I can see them before they eat me… I don’t know if that’s a good thing…
