What is fucking wrong with me? Why does the image of Robert Pattinson sucking on a cigarette fucking make me fall apart? I can't seem to shake this overwhelming urge to fucking TASTE him...to get a hit of the nicotine...off of his mouth.
What. The. Fuck.
I've been rather morose, lately. In fact...fucking surly. I'm not sure I understand the WHY of my feelings...I just know the reality.
The fucking reality.
God, I miss him. So much.
So fucking bittersweet, isn't it? Wanting Rob to find peace. So fucking glad that he is flying under the radar (for the most part) and getting a chance to perform again...a chance to live his life.
But missing his laugh...the way he pulls his hand through his hair...his words....his face.
Ah yes...such is the conundrum of my Robsession.
Bye for now ♥