#03.13.18

[gargoyles42]

[actualhumansunshine]

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[icexsnow]

Sorry for stressing you out. I wish you all the best.

[phantasmlychee-blog]

Shit. The third book will be released on my birthday next year. The hell.

I expect a present.

[scrambled-poetry]

Goodness: A Concept

Texting first and checking in because you haven't heard from her and you want to know shes alright. Melting milkshakes and talking about days far, far away. Leaving them notes and writing her letters. Cats falling asleep on your lap and voices that are soothing. An airy laugh after you've missed them for so long. Rereading an old favorite book and remembering that this author is really a poet, the kind you've always wanted to be. The spoon under your pillow actually making the ground turn white, and smiling at the kid across the room because there is a chance they'll smile back. Growing and changing. Leaning. Surprises. Someone telling you that they love what you've written, and smiling into your phone's blue glow because she really gets it. Compliments that explode out of your mouth because you mean them so deeply, and the little grin they make because they know you meant it. Pretty words, like lovely and dapper and illuminate. Sharing a hammock on a breezy day and giggling when you're tipped out. Throwing bored game pieces at her as you make each other laugh. Her telling me I'm yellow. The moment when you suck in a breath as you stand in pure awe. And being mentioned in a poem.

[p1styles]

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[lame-kid-on-couch]

Catch me having a solo dance party in my room at 11:15 pm, knowing damn well I have to get up at 6 am to get ready for my 8 am job