Oh, Maybe He’s Not My Prince
All I know is that it’s 9 PM on the day after, and I haven’t heard from you since.
All I know is that it’s 9 PM on the day after, and I haven’t heard from you since.
I will walk forward alone and just trust, trust that there are dozens of princes and kings out there who already have their hearts eyes on me.
There is sex, and there is making love — and I’m only signing up for making love from here on out.
The epiphanies never happen when we are sitting at a desk forcing and pushing them to come through.
His job was to remind you that loving you is not a burden.
When somebody shows me their heart I only love them deeper, and in this moment I am not afraid to like you first.
I lay there and wonder why in gods name I am dreaming of you for you are not mine to dream over.
You are not doing the world any favors by sitting and telling its artists how they can and cannot create.
I want a Fuck Trump sticker for my Jeep.
Today the world is loud, and I need to not be needed.