#old me lyrics

[visceral--feeling]

Samson’s Youth - Léon Bonnat // Old Me - 5 Seconds of Summer

[violetsinblacknwhite]

i feel like taking the train into the city and going shopping, on a weekday in the morning

[mafuyuakgae]

even if I came to love humanity in the end, there’s no proof I was ever here, right?

[skyrigel]

Simon had him and you all convinced that it was just sex and nothing more.

“No attachment.” He always said, everytime — sometimes so hurried and forgotten that it's just mumbled against your mouth before he's shoving his tongue down your throat.

Sometimes with so much urgency that it's lost between your moans, no attachment, babe, no attachment. And you believed him because it was really just sex, wasn't it ? There were no pretty dates and no fancy dinner at ritz, maybe those poorly wrapped ones he pretended he had not ordered and takeouts he brought along...but oh please, no attachments!

But maybe sometimes about those walks in the city where he would not so subtly grasp your hand, and you would catch him stealing glances at you while a teenager fiddled with his guitar, rhyming she came, my world lit with narcotic, I am addict.

No attachment but Simon's standing outside your workspace when it's raining —“I thought you might need it.” holding up the umbrella but those two words were there again when you were knee deep in the passanger seat and he was eating you out... because it was casual, right ? No attachment.

And it really didn't burn and ached until you got sick, real sick — puking your guts out and coughing until your ribs gave up, surely he wasn't the best role model of no attachment when he was panting to death as he picked your unconscious frame from the floor, you still remember the faint whisper of his ‘please don't leave me, please, please don't —’ over and over.

And if he wanted for no attachment then he should be gone. Gone and not come back because it was just sex...

Simon shouldn't be mopping the floor, and stirring your soup and touching your forehead every five minutes.

No attachment then why he's loading your grocery and taking out trash and doing your laundry, why he's wiping your tears and telling you it's going to be alright.

Why he's not leaving like he always did because there were no attachment right, but he's right here, tucking you in bed and washing your hair and reading you book.

“Is it some eccentric joke ? Why this Zaid is always growling ?—also when you get alright... we're gonna try it out, lovie.”

You blushed, but it wasn't just what he was suggesting but that word, it felt good.

“S-say it again.” You whispered, shifting your head in pillow. Simon turned back a page he was reading from, your scrunchie on his wrist.

“Zaid growled—” You screwed your face,“—oh, we'll try it—”

“last word. Your last word.”

“Oh.” He said, “Lovie...you don't like it ?”

You shaked your head, sniffing very unsexy-ly

“Call me that...I love it.” Simon pushed up the book up his face, his neck was pulsing with his many veins and you knew the blush that would be blooming on his hard face. Cute.

“Again.” You tilted your head, to get a look at his flushed out face.

“Okay Lovie...sleep now.” He grumbled, flicking your bedside lamp off and bookmarking the book with one of your scrunchie he removed from his wrist.

“Huh...Good night baby.” You said, waiting to be corrected, waiting for those two words to come and upside down it all.

But they never came, like they never even existed, never had a meaning to them at all.

No attachment, lost forever in darkness.

“G'night lovie.” He said so sweetly, and when you closed your eyes this time, you only saw daylight.

Grim Reaper! Simon

Masterlist

[piecesintoplaces]

nothing makes me feel more alive.

[deadirlshwriters]

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

“Bombay Hotel, Miami Beach, Florida” – postcard, ca. 1950s // “Fort Lauderdale Sea Ranch Motel” – postcard, ca. 1950s // “The Arlington Hotel, Miami Beach, Florida” – postcard, ca. 1958 // Florida!!! – Taylor Swift feat. Florence + the Machine

[blondewonk]

𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐥

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞

[secretarysong]

posting this at almost 8:30pm but it's never too late for Buuunk! Bed! Junctioooonn! here are a few things from the past 1.5-ish(??) months or so. there are more maydays and zukes where these came from but i'm saving those for later on ... i hope you enjoy 🤤

[visceral--feeling]

Reading an Art journal - Vittorio Reggianini // Old Me - 5 Seconds of Summer

[yourlocalabomination]

I am not immune to funny crackships.

+ Bonus

[copia]

"And there's nothing you can do!" ⛧ Ghost - Rats for WORLD RAT DAY 04/04/2024

[sentientsky]

The Quite Nice and Fairly Accurate Good Omens Script Book Depiction of Gay Yearning by Neil Gaiman

[quantummindclassicalheart]

The first verse of The Parting Glass sung a cappella for @elodieunderglass :) Using my bass range for good (and a little bit of evil, if the role calls for it). Featuring a little bit of a growl on the low D if I'm honest.

[violetsinblacknwhite]

sparkle jump rope queen

[likeawolfatthemoon]

who's afraid of little old me? - taylor swift