Can I Talk To You About My Love For Alan Walker For 15 Hours Straight And Call It A Date Pls?

I'on need someone like Ghost, I NEED GHOST.

simon ‘ghost’ riley is a light sleeper. he’s so well trained to be on high alert that even when he’s not on duty he wakes at the smallest sound.

sometimes you’ll get up in the middle of the night and he immediately sits up. “you alright?” he slurs.

you make a small sound of discomfort or wiggle a little too much and his head is turning on the pillow, his eyes on you. and he always asks if you’re okay. you’ve told him he’s being silly and sometimes you just have to get up to go to the bathroom, but you gave up on telling him that—he’s adamant on checking on you.

and anytime he wakes up, no matter where the disturbance comes from, he’s looking over to your side of the bed to make sure you’re okay first.

and if you ever do need him in the middle of the night, all you have to do is whisper his name. he opens his eyes almost immediately and instinctively tightens his arm around you. “everythin’ alright?”

and one time you couldn’t sleep. your face was buried in his chest as he clung to you, the soft rumble of his snores letting you know he was knocked out. you didn’t want to wake him, but you were crying. you barely even moved as you teared up into his chest. suddenly, his hands squeezed you tighter. “whats’a matter?” he coos softly.

you tilt your head up to him teary eyed. “i didn’t mean to wake you.”

he clicks his tongue. “tell me what’s wrong, baby.” his hand gently caressing your face, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear.

and he’s so protective. if you roll over and out of his hands he’s quick to pull you back into his grip. he likes having his hands on you while he’s sleeping. it makes him feel more secure knowing you’re okay.

when you fall asleep together on the sofa, your body pressed to his, his arms are wrapped around your waist, clutching you closely against him. it doesn’t even matter if he’s too warm, he wants you touching him at all times whenever he’s asleep.

it’s gotten to the point where he can barely sleep when he’s not with you. without you safely in his arms, without being able to physically feel you under his fingertips, it continuously wakes him up. he’s lucky to get two hours in a row without waking.

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This tweet is so Soap and Ghost coded- I'll cry I miss them sm

I blame you for making me feel,

every human emotions possible to be felt.

But it relieves me to know I can still feel,

despite with the storms I have dealt.

Alan you're not a singer but you sing for my heart with your melodies better than any singer out there.

It’s okay to still get sad about something you thought you’ve healed from.

Big day for the white girls horrific day for the ghost people and weebs

"Our favourite colour was Red."

Red,

were the lights they put up in their room,

and the carnations they had just bloomed,

while I cried myself to sleep on my bed.

Red,

was the spilled glass of wine on my dress,

as I stared in amazement and somewhat in distress,

how pretty it looked against my scars that slowly bled.

Red,

was all I could see as anger in me grew,

for the future with him I once drew,

had burned down before me as I watched my cupid lie dead.

I hate it when my brain gets VERY creatively active at the most weirdest of time cuz now I have to write a poem while I js got of the shower all butt-naked or else I'll forget it cuz I have short term memory.

Y'all ever wanna distance yourself from your favourite people as soon as you feel like they are gonna hurt you when they actually wouldn't but you wouldn't take the risk to get hurt by them?

Not a doctor or sum but I think I'm immune to getting unconditionally loved by people who I love geniunely (not all but most)