1 is for the tree that you're stringing with last year's tragedies and cracked budgets. 2 is for the homemade ornament...
Showing posts with label Childhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Childhood. Show all posts
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they gave me a scholarship but not because I count my kisses in order. i got a perfect score on my english ACT but that stopped matter...
listening to The 1975
This is for the days that are 64-mile marathons when your words get lost on the way out songs that go down the wrong windpipe ...
things i'll miss (genuinely)
My 12 year old brother loves Simon & Garfunkle and my parents are getting a dog 2 weeks before I move out, even though my mom's...
for someday, pt 2
For the boy with broad eyes, The way you tackle your father and he looks at me, laughing about your surprising strength. And he i...
For the people who left.
This is for the people who left. For their unspoken guitar strings and the quietude of the sheets on their beds and for the gi...
I wrote this on Friday.
You have a bounty on your head and flowers in your hands that are going to die without regrowing because they've been stripped f...
real talk:
caught in sentimentality
I remember when he wore a Boy Scout uniform to school and I brushed off the Indie-infestation along with his first and last name. And now...
for someday
To the girl with soft eyes who will someday wear her father's name at the end of the one we compromised between classic-Biblical an...
I know why they crave summer
Maybe we'll ride the winter train back and forth between Courthouse Drive and this tree-less wonderland. As long as you catch so...
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