and your curse yourself for every incoherent feeling. for every dull spark and every sick stomach with more questions than answers. and you curse yourself. and you curse yourself. and you curse yourself.
1. redraft my rear window paper
2. read at least two chapters of wolf whistle
3. read at least one chapter of busyness
4. finish spanish workbook & watch cultural video
making a pinky promise to myself right meow
If I was an explorer, I’d start with your toes. I’d climb up your ankles and make my way to your knees. I’d crawl up your thighs, run my fingers along your hips as I go, I’d kiss your stomach as I made my way north, and swing for hours on your collar bones.
If I could live on your lips, I’d live there forever.
We’d live happily ever after and be explorers together.