Pink, like the blanket under my pillow. The cream cheese frosting he would twirl on the white-wood table, 1999, baby hands and bad aim....
Showing posts with label Holiday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Holiday. Show all posts
8,765 hours later.
I remember last year. We made lists. Lists that people make on the first day of January, to pour a little sugar in their problems...
he called me december
he said it suited me. all the gold streets and snowfalls. standing in a storm without hearing anything. he said beauty never need...
12 days of
1 is for the tree that you're stringing with last year's tragedies and cracked budgets. 2 is for the homemade ornament...
f______ & forget
you served apologies on a silver platter but some refuse to taste your sorry's. your words are on the table, though and anyone...
october has hands.
October can't tell between new friends and potential enemies, reminding you that jerseys only last as long as the weather and warm ...
freedom
This is not about the Fourth of July or the fact that it's July and the flags go up with the temperature and the moderate dress code fo...
breaking spring
It's 3:03am and you forgot to console me, but I reread the letter you wrote and now I know. I forgot to love it the first time. W...
valentine's day
If Valentine's Day means a flowerless lunch period swarmed by matchy sweaters and soft-haired girls with their slender hands in the cho...
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