It’s a terrifying time to be a man.
But here I am, drunk on a Sunday, in the bath, thinking about him. And I’m certain he’s not thinking of me.
Gemini: Can you just shut up, already? I mean, really.
I wonder if I’ll ever be okay, and not just on the surface.
Forget peek-a-boo tank tops. I can’t pull off just any neckline. Then there’s that little idea society has put into my head that I have to wear a bra with everything.
I’m burning here. I swear you can see the smoke from your street.
i no longer know how to write about you.
I just want to go everywhere and anywhere with you. I just want to get lost nowhere with you.
PISCES: You don’t retreat into your fantasy world as often, and you find yourself inspired by your significant other, not having to look for musings for your creativity elsewhere.
You kiss me and every nerve inside my body braces itself.