To all those boys and men who think that just because you came that sex is finished — it isn’t.
This is the kind of love I know I deserve.
You ran — you ran and you didn’t look back.
Go eat some tufo and yell at someone else.
The black of your eyes is from the moon, the speckles are freckles of the stars.
I certainly have nothing against vegans—what I have something against is assholes and people who use their activism and passion to shame.
When you date these men they are like puppies and constantly pee everywhere, not to hurt you or piss you off of course–but because they are still becoming acquainted with themselves.
I would stay
I would bring coffee
and stare into his eyes
with the same tenacity as the day before.
Why is it we pour our souls so feverishly into some things and not others?
I wonder if any woman’s heart is able to refrain from giving them too much credit to soon.