I can’t wait for school to start So I can dissolve into heaps of studying; So my brain can expand, Rather than caving in onto itself– Thinking and overthinking– Until ideas become mush And memories become clinical dissections. Advertisements
His heart opens with me Though, their hands pair perfectly: A love triangle.
A baby monster: Young and naïve still—yet, wise— Rising like the moon.
Do inebriates simply bathe in the booze they drink? Is that why the Friday fog is so heavy around them? Or is their hand-eye coordination so altered by drink that they miss their mouth and mop spills up with their shirt? It’s funny, because despite those missed steps, slurred speech and leering eyes, the drunken…
A trio of strong women Lit candles in my honour And sang love to me. I sleep and dream And awake Anew.
“We all succumb to something,” I wrote, “Be it life, love Or heartache. Something consumes us in the end.”
I’m a single gal and a career woman, and every now and then I get asked whether or not I go on dates. Usually, I have two answers: 1) Kind of, but I already know the person and the word date is only being used to describe us hanging out for the first time in…
Once you learn what you’re worth, you’ll stop giving people discounts.