i've been working at the restaurant virtually all day and i thought it might last forever.
how my feet ached and
how my stomach ached.
yet,
in no time
here i am in the dark
in a fresh pair of socks,
and wishing a handsome rich man would take me away so i will never have to work on a holiday again.
where did the past 12 hours go
and why am i left thinking about love, of all things?
and why am i left thinking about love, of all things?
you know
if i could,
i would spend my days in europe ''__and
make all my time as surreal as this.
__if only i had the money
-and the drive.
i guess the company of men
like
like
miles davis and
jonnie w will do. for now.
wait for me, please.
be looking for me because i'm looking for you;
i know i could make you happy with
my quirks and jokes
that seem spontaneous, but
i'm really just trying to impress you---'
it's just that it feels like an eternity since I've been loved.
-rae
i love this bebe rae.
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-Our Lord to Saint Gertrude
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PS “It is impossible that anyone should NOT receive all that they have believed and hoped to obtain; it gives Me great pleasure when men hope great things from Me and I will always give them more than they expect”
-Our Lord to Saint Gertrude