making my way downtown
still making my way downtown
downtown is farther than originally thought
seriously though did someone move downtown
maybe i should’ve taken the bus
Day 512: finally made it downtown
damn , the mall is closed .
making my way back uptown
"hey since you’re up can u-"
“is there a problem officer?” “yes actually, lots of problems” *hands u my math homework*
for someone who’s 70% water you don’t look very refreshing
water cannot be burned
what if u needed glasses but u had no ears
but she has ears
but she’s prepared in case she loses them
if ur ever feelin down just remember ur 50% mermaid
Here’s what our parents never taught us:
You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon,
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and
you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone
who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you.
You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will
realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.
A woman will kiss you and you’ll think her lips are two petals
rubbing against your mouth.
You will not tell anyone that you liked it.
It is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust.
You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on.
All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.
You will lie to everyone you love.
They will love you anyways.
One day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin.
Don’t be afraid.
Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
against the windowpane.
You are a hurricane-prone area.
The glass will break through often.
But it’s okay. I promise.
a stranger once told you that the breeze
here is something worth writing poems about.
|—||Shinji Moon, Here’s What Our Parents Never Taught Us (via dulcetdecember)|