“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think,
I’m not going to make it,
but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.”
― Charles Bukowski
Over drinks on a Friday, I realised being single must be a blessing, because really,
I mean, if some lady got to marry the Eiffel Tower, I can be legally tied to my bed so that it’s absolute cruelty to force us apart. It took weeks of sleep deprivation, and then a good sleep-in Saturday, for me to realise my greatest love is my own bed.
And if my bed were all these kinds of pretty…I’ll never ever leave it for anything or anyone.
Red Room. Hurhurhur…who else gets the reference?
#randommusings on a Saturday night, before I return to worshipping my other half.
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