he leaned closer to me in the back of that rusty pickup truck, and smiled. "i love you" he said, gazing into my eyes. "don't lie to me." i said, leaning away from him. "i've never lied to you." "yes, yes you have. you told me i was pretty and i most definitely am not." ✽ she ate flowers because you are what you...
When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]
We look up at the same sky and we see the same thing and suddenly, it's not so lonely anymore.
Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021
In which I am you, you are me, and we are the moments that define us.
A dialogue short story about the things we wake up to that remind us there are still things in this life worth waking up for. ante meridiem - [adv. & adj.] "before noon;" Abbr: A.M. Or a.m. [credit to owner of image (not me)]
“but i must admit i miss you quite terribly. the world is too quiet without you nearby. i go to bed early and rise late and feel as if i have hardly slept at all.”
“i give a fuck. i give a lot of fucks, actually. i'm a prostitute of feelings.”
