May 2013
5 posts
“She said she missed the
Pain of it. The aching hurt
Yes. Relationships”
– A Relationship Haiku
And she wondered
How did life take this misdirection?
What path had she gone down to miss the signs pointing to happiness
She must have thought it was a trap
A trap indeed
I have a vagina and a good sense of humor and my iPod is full of good music like what else DO YOU WANT
April 2013
9 posts
When people ask me about my love life
whatshouldwecallme:
Liquor Haiku
Whiskey is our friend
Beer is our confidant, And
the bar is our church
Haiku 1
Let’s make this moment
Last as long as possible
Kiss Me, Hold Me, Love.
Oh Rexy, You're so Sexy!
lspoon:
Happy Rex Manning day, y’all. I wish I had baked cupcakes.
Instead, enjoy this really on point recasting from Huffington Post.
HAHAHAHA! YES!! Empire Records!!
March 2013
9 posts
reggaeruckus:
Rebel Souljahz-Gotta Know Your...
Trying to do an ab workout
whatshouldwecallme:
Always lol
“As far as love is concerned, in high school I thought the absolute height of...”
– The Ways In Which I’m Still In High School
new essay by me for Thought Catalog
(via milajaroniec)
**snaps** truth
1 tag
When I think about some of the decisions I've made...
whatshouldwecallme:
February 2013
6 posts
Making a move
whatshouldwecallme:
Other girls:
Me:
unfortunately being gay in real life is not as fun as it is on the internet
THIS!!!!!!!!
When I try to show off
whatshouldwecallme:
January 2013
5 posts
To Love What You Think You Know
I’m no psychic but I think I can figure this out
See I think I’m supposed to know you
Know who you are by scaling the wall you’ve put up
Break it down?
Why would I want to do that?
It can become our fortress
Simultaneously keeping others out and our hearts locked in
See, once it’s just us on the other side
That’s when the world opens up
Because I know you
...
The Pouring Rain
I stood in the pouring rain once
As a youth down in the bayou
It came down hard and fast like shotgun pellets
The steam rose from the concrete making clouds no taller than our nine year old bodies
We played in the middle of the street
My cousins in me
It was love we felt
The love of being young
We had the privilege of soaking our clothes and hair
Making our toes and fingers prune-y
The...
December 2012
17 posts
3 tags
3 tags
Stream
youshouldcall.whatdoesitmeanifshedoesn’t?Anyanswerisbetterthannone.stopstaringatyourphone.Listentomusic.Ninetypercentfailurerate.Ithoughttherewasachancethefeelingwasmutual.Songsaretoomuch.Waitaweek.Focusonwork.Thinkitintoexistence.Kissherwhenyouseeher.Replaythenightover&over&over&over.Don’tthinkabout.Just.Don’t.Think…
What Now?
I sat there twirling the cigarette between my fingers, feeling the adrenaline and dopamine course through me. Knowing what I was about to do wasn’t normal for me but I was fed up. There was this deep burning inside me to take control of the trajectory of my life. I was reminded of those walks home in Philadelphia. Walks where I would talk to myself and feel so small against the complex...
FACT: I love pussy just as much as the next guy
“Sick of this self loathing. Shit or get off the pot, there are moves to be made!”
– Let’s Go
Waiting anxiously for my turn because patience is a virtue I’ve yet to learn.
