“You’re so gorgeous that you give my eyes an erection.” “How does that work exactly?” “Uhm… your hotness changes the shape of my peepers?” “So, like, an astigmatism?” “An astigmatism […]
foggy brained
leave the driving to them
The late night before. The heat. The lack of fresh air. The seemingly never ending hum of tires on highway. Something. Something is making him sleepy. He doesn’t mind. It […]
why i shouldn't write while brain foggy
i wrote a poem last night my darling and now i will share it with you it goes: fuck fucking fuck fuck you fuck fuck fuck hate fuck fuck fuuuuuck […]
it's all about the bitches
i write the lines on your face it you’re responsible for the lies in your eyes are the window to your soul get some windex motherfucker i know it always […]