art girl seduction (do nthing but exist and wait for men to think u weirdhot
How her voice leaves a place,
a fluttering cymbal beneath
my breast. I examine her
hands, and put them in
my hair which last night’s birds
never leave. Beckian Fritz Goldberg, from “Eve,” In the Badlands of Desire (Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 1993)
Can I just say that making out is like the best thing ever and having a make out buddy who lives next to you is crazy cool
I’m literally so unawkward these days that when I see a person being awks I’m just like stop why are you being awkward. College usually makes people less awkward and it’s trueeee for me woo
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?