YES, MY PENIS IS A TUNACAN. THANK YOU.
People forget the little things. The time you caught them in their fall, the time you drove through a horrible storm for them. They forget all the times you drove halfway across town to pick up their laundry, or all the times you left important things for less important things. People forget the important things, the little things, and that’s why people suck.
The way it does when you put your cigarette out on it. My hands refuse to operate. Like standing in the freezing rain for hours, waiting for you to come tell me its okay to be warm again. They refuse to feel, for fear that the warmth that comes with nothing more than a friendly hug will bring the same sting as hot water on cold skin. I hate it. All of it. And I drown myself in cold brew, hoping only that maybe once the tide settles I’ll be whole again. If only to be whole again.
said no girl ever.