do you ever feel like there’s just so many pretty girls but most dudes are just subpar like there are radiant goddesses everywhere and just piles and piles of guys in backwards baseball caps and sandals
it’s called makeup
you can put eyeliner on a frat boy that doesn’t change the fact that’s he’s wearing a neon muscle shirt and nike flip flops
Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.
You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes.
Having a pet is so weird. Like neither of you speak each other’s language and yet you form some strong bond by rubbing against each other and sleeping together and you might accidentally kick them in the face or step on their tail once in a while but at the end of the day you two are best buddies from entirely different species.
I feel like my head
upside down and
my insides are
trying to get out.
If my mouth gave my heart the chance to speak, it would still say the same thing.. Even my heart is at a loss for words.
Press your mouth against mine, I’ll breathe in the words my own heart sings for you, and we can finish our song together.
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much
‘Because when people see good, they expect good, and I don’t wanna live up to people’s expectations.’
have you ever met people who are so pathetic that you just want to save them from themselves