There is something about
night-time that seems to
you have buried in
The empty space
in the palm of
This unspoken hurt
that gnaws on
and leaves you
for someone to tell you
the secrets of survival.
Once in high school my friend kicked her leg up and her shoe flew off and smashed into the ceiling with this huge BANG and the teacher whirled around and yelled “WHO DID THAT?” and my friend just stared at her as the ceiling tile fell and shattered on the floor between them and the shoe thumped down on top of it and my friend just went “that’s not my shoe” while standing there with one shoe on
“Blow minds, not dudes”
Actually you can do both! What a concept! That women can be intelligent as well as sexually active! And we don’t live in the goddamn 18th century and women don’t have to be pure little virgin housewives if they don’t want to! Oh my gosh!
'Dont I get a hug' most cringeworthy line
Creepy boys’ anthem
You always ask me what I’m thinking and for some reason, I can never quite come up with an answer for you.
I’m thinking about how talking to you is the best part of my day and how I completely forget about everything else.
I’m thinking about how much I love your smile and how I would do anything to make sure that I see it more often.
I’m thinking about how you worry me sometimes when you get that look on your face like you’ve just given up.
I’m thinking about how I wish I was with you, holding you, making you breakfast and never letting you go.
Mostly I’m thinking about how I got this lucky and how much I want you in my life, no matter how hard it could be.