If I ask nothing else of you,
only be there,
when the nighttime terrors
come a-knocking,
to hold my head in your hands,
to run fingers through my hair,
and tell me everything
will be alright.
this is the home of The Beachcomber.
these are the ramblings of a confuséd individual.
that some might call poetry.
that some might call Benjamin.
these are the ramblings of a confuséd individual.
that some might call poetry.
that some might call Benjamin.
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How do these ladies stand a chance against you? ….
I love this.
kim
You’d be surprised…
I love this. I used to get them all the time when I was younger. No experience is more petrifying.
I used to get them a lot more, especially during the summer
when my room was too hot
and the days were boring
and I couldn’t sleep.
I find that having someone,
anyone there
makes them go away a lot faster.