When You Have Missed Them For 365 Days
You kiss me in your bed. I tell all of my roommates you are probably the one. And I think maybe you are.
You kiss me in your bed. I tell all of my roommates you are probably the one. And I think maybe you are.
“Be strong right now.”
In Hawaii, I rode a horse with your name. I flinched each time the instructor said it.
Kiss me under the persimmon tree and tell me this is how we stay. Tell me this is how we find ourselves again.
I know you probably thought you were being flattering.
In honor of #TBT, prepare for a flood of memories when you listen to these classic, angsty 90s songs.
Focus. Focus. Focus. Click. Click. New focus. Change. Text. Check messages.
You’ve Googled, “Can humans hibernate?”
You lusted after the unattainable popular guy in high school. He said hi to you in the hallway once and a four-year long crush sprang forth. You still look him up on Facebook from time to time.
Someone asked me to describe Bipolar Disorder. So I told her to eat her favorite things. Followed by foods that make her stomach hurt.