oh look a mole
I’m not a brief note, or a rough draft.
Unlike the words I scrawl on paper
I’m not open to suggestions
as if I could tear apart my skin,
throw it in the trash and start again.
I refuse to be composed of plastic
or foundation, heels, and diet pills
and I refuse to convince myself
that insecurity is mandatory.
because when i look in the mirror
my crooked bottom teeth and
the freckles on my face,
will always smile and remind me that
I am, and always will be,
i spelled it wrong ONE time and now I can’t stop pronouncing it “thumblr”
the cat that just casually fucking hiccuped and probably summoned the dark lord
DYING! omg, i can’t stop watching this.
laughed so hard I started coughing.
This has been sitting in my drafts for months. So here you go everyone. Transparent Ricktatorship.
i love the time we spend talking on the phone, sharing stories, fears, poetry, laughs, and jokes. i love how it always feels like we’ve only been talking for five minutes, but in reality the sun is coming up and we have to get ready for school and work. i hate how far away we are but at four in the morning when we’re both falling asleep, i love that one moment where i feel like i’m laying right next to you.