I glanced at this one girl for a second and smiled and she smiled back and her boyfriend like grabbed her and pulled her and started making out with her and she seemed not into it and I was like wow straight guys are so sensitive and weird lol like I don’t wantcha girl but I do want ha dress and the number to whoever did her nails cuz she is en pointe tonight
We’ve come to expect impossible, even improbable standards of beauty to populate our magazines and our television shows. It’s another thing entirely to find they’ve invaded our workplace.
Then why the fuck am I so broke
This kinda makes me loose my hope in humanity
Oh my god, this is shitty. At least I have the height thing going for me though
take me here on our first date
My dad’s sweater has literally gotten me so much male attention it’s kind of ridiculous. He would so not be okay with that.
Things I Need
- good skin
- a tall boy that will worship me and tell me i’m pretty
You liked that I wrote poetry at first, eager for everything I ever wrote.
Every day you would encourage me to
go sit down and write,
every day you would carry a pen around with you
in case I was inspired while we were out.
Soon you began asking me questions like, “Is this the same girl you wrote about before? Did you love her more than me?”
and soon after that
you were digging through my notebooks in the middle of the night
as I laid in your bed pretending to be asleep,
crying because you never saw your name in any of them.
You said that you couldn’t love me any longer
because I never wrote about you,
but honest to god, all I write about is tragedy,
and I desperately didn’t want you to be another one.
There are over one million words
in the English language and every one that
I tried to use to turn you into poetry
were never beautiful enough
to have your name near them.