Just because you’re a dyke doesn’t mean the fashion dictum “No white after Labor Day” does not apply to you.
what about when youre broke ass and its acid wash?
drunk tumblring is actually pronounced drumblring
So I have this awful habit of taking near-full water bottles that aren’t mine and drinken ‘em. Today I found a nice full one that was just opened and was pretty stoked… until I realized, upon glugging it, that it was full of vodka. Fuck college.
A plastic bag tumbling across an empty street,
And a movement of the wrist that’s too quirky to be intentional:
The solitary confinement of an empty soda can,
A sticky past, a copper future.
The library hums and we hold our breath.
You hold back a laugh as you take off your coat.
The perfect lines of your hands were sculpted by a narcissist
While I was fast asleep.
The stale taste of bacteria in your mouth,
The bed is lazily made, and I’m
Locked out of my own closet,
can’t be cold tomorrow.
So quiet, you can hear the drafty air
and blood heats the skin around my Temple,
That black eye will never go away.
Ripping off a cuticle,
Because it’s skin you may have grazed.
Shopping period don’t fail me now. Yes, I’ve been keeping track.