Cheek against the breeze,
I got pulled into the gust,
And before I had a chance breath,
I remember turning into air.
Always make me hungry.
It never fails. I want rice, and sushi and yum yum sauce.
And meat. Good god, so much carniverous meat.
AKA Get rid of most of my clothing.
I had a dream that I was at my best friend’s wedding reception.
For some reason my subconscious gave me the hugest set of boobs and then all of the sudden I look down and I’m topless.
At first it’s like, “Oh shit, no shirt, what do I do?! Sarah will be so mad!” But then I just… Stopped… Caring. No one else in my dream cared either. Everyone just carried on, and I fondled my newly endowed chest, because let’s be real, if you suddenly had huge tits and no shirt you’d do the same thing.
I woke up and wondered if that’s what it’s like to have big boobs.
Walk around topless and no one cares.
Because I know what’s in there and I don’t wanna ruin my Thanksgiving break buzz but not opening it is causing me anxiety.
I can’t bring myself to spend any money…
I just watched it for the first time.
It was good. Really good.
I really enjoyed it.
The first part I was kind of on the fence about, and then I didn’t really think I’d care for this one.
But good lord.
That was great.
Somedays you have to sit yourself down for a talk.
This talk includes, but is not limited to, phrases such as, “You are not noticable.”
“What on earth would make you special enough to garner a first glance?”
You have to kick youself before others do.
With buttons all the way up the front. Festive brass colored snaps.
That being said.
It can literally be ripped off of me.
How hot could that be? Someone please help me find out.
My tolerance for you is very thin.
Thin like smoke, and eventually I’m going to pass through you because all you do is throw yourself into my face. Clogging up my mouth and nose, making my eyes sting. You want my attention? You have it.
One day though, I’m not going to jump when you raise the red flag. Someday it won’t mean a thing to me and your S.O.S. will be stuck to hang. Unnoticed and tattered.
I’m going to do that thing with my eyes,
Where I close them.
You should do that thing with your lips,
Where you kiss me.