You are flowers in my stomach.
Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs.
I only want to be the sun for you.
Sleeping is nice. You forget everything for awhile.
The Japanese say you have three faces.
The first face, you show to the world. The second face, you show to your close friends, and your family.
The third face, you never show anyone. It is the truest reflection of who you are.
What do I want? What kind of question is that? I want what everybody wants. I want someone who has my back. I want someone’s name to put in the space after “in an emergency please call.” I want someone who will drink the other half of the bottle of wine so I don’t. And someone to make it worth sitting down at an actual table to eat. I want someone who’s dying to get home after a long day because I’m going to be there.
I’m happy for you. I miss you.
you’re good to me. I want to thank you.
sometimes I miss you so much, it’s like a big hole in my life.
smoke a cigarette, it’ll go away.
i swear to god if i see another person saying ‘if you think obesity is bad, you’re a fat shamer!!’
obesity is a real problem that causes lots of diseases
and just because i don’t like obesity, doesn’t mean i don’t like obese people
it’s like, i hate cancer, but i don’t hate people with cancer or shame people who have cancer