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
When people ask me about my love life
Whiskey is our friend Beer is our confidant, And the bar is our church
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!!
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
When I think about some of the decisions I've made...
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
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...
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.