the specifics:
all me. all you.
the world. the view.
the screen. the sound. the words.
the laughs. the eats.
♫ with every footstep that i tread, what mysteries he has in store, i cannot know what lies ahead, but know that he has gone before.
this life i live is not my own.
misselty. 22 yo. sydneysider. euronerd.
xoxo.
I said I know I’ll never find another like you
Where I’m going
I know I’ll never find another like you
Where the winds are blowin’
You’re the greenest grass growin’
♥ jrad
| Normal people: | crying cause I really miss you. |
| Ed Sheeran: | I don't get waves of missing you anymore, they're more like tsunami tides in my eyes |
| Normal people: | you're making me blush! |
| Ed Sheeran: | tell her that she turns my cheeks the color of my hair |
| Normal people: | we're spooning |
| Ed Sheeran: | we're resembling cutlery |
| Normal people: | my life is falling apart |
| Ed Sheeran: | her face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries |
| Normal people: | marry me? |
| Ed Sheeran: | see, I could do without a tan on my left hand where my fourth finger meets my knuckle |
perspective.
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but remembering what is good and true beats that bitterness.
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give me love; ed.
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oh, you so punny, ed. :)
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skinny love; bon iver.
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how much do i want one…
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driving home.
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i cannot wait to see you. i think i will have to shell out for you. <3
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| Normal people: | crying cause I really miss you. |
| Ed Sheeran: | I don't get waves of missing you anymore, they're more like tsunami tides in my eyes |
| Normal people: | you're making me blush! |
| Ed Sheeran: | tell her that she turns my cheeks the color of my hair |
| Normal people: | we're spooning |
| Ed Sheeran: | we're resembling cutlery |
| Normal people: | my life is falling apart |
| Ed Sheeran: | her face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries |
| Normal people: | marry me? |
| Ed Sheeran: | see, I could do without a tan on my left hand where my fourth finger meets my knuckle |