And your purse
for ari
i love your brain and your heart
(and your purse)
And your purse
Elvis Jacket
Elvis Jacket
by nick m.
Amanda,I can not wait intill our hookup and give you my horse shoe ring, elvis jacket and few other things. you are the only girl I have been with and done things with. I think about you a lot and and tried to talk about you but others would change the name and make stuff up. Any way I can not tell you enough that I love you forever and that you mean the world to me. hope to see you soon cupcake take care
Buttons Have Feelings Too
buttons have feelings too.
G and 2 had been flirting for weeks while 3 and 4 pretended not to notice. meanwhile 5 was desperately hoping that 4 was all lit up thinking about that ride they had last fall…
Use in Beauty
Use in Beauty
by Arianne
she hung her bag ever so naturally and oh so coolly on the white door that acted as a patio wall. hidden in cities and tucked away in forests, use in beauty and beauty in use is just one of the boons that she brings…and her bag, hanging ever so relaxed-like in the annex sun knew it too…
The Shot
The Shot
I shall take you to bed and have my way with you.I will make you ache, shake and sweat until you moan and groan.I will make you beg for mercy, beg for me to stop.I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm finished with you. And, when I am finished, you will be weak for days. All my love, The Flu (Now, get your mind out of the gutter and go get your flu shot.)
Background: This was sent as an online dating message. Nuff said.
Sips of Dust
Sips of Dust
your room was dusty
but i didn't mind.
your dust smelled like frankincense and was never really seen because your room had no windows
your dust was the dust of a young man
the dust of obscure library books and crafted relics of saints you invented
saints i later prayed to
there was no dust under your bed
because you just had bamboo mats and some squishy foam as your bed
(i hated it when i helped you move and you told me you found that foam on the street).
but i did love that bed, before the move.
i loved not knowing when it was morning in your room
because that meant that we could stay just a little longer
until we couldn't resist looking at the clock.
i would have taken sips of your dust if i could
your dusty room was the labratory of my first love
Armload of Cannoli's
Armload of Cannoli's
Three things I need to tell you:
1. I've loved spending time with you. Every minute of it. Nobody likes my pancakes as much as you do.
2. I think you're a stud. "Adorably awkward?" Sure, maybe. But a stud nonetheless.
3. I like you. And I don't know what to do about that. Maybe make another batch of macarons, but somehow I don't think it'll help.
And if I really have become like a sister to you, so be it. Just that given the amount of time we've spent together, I really needed to come clean.
See you soon, with an armload of canolis.
Mir
Dear Tree
Dear Tree
by Cassie McDaniel
Dear Tree,
You aren't very big. I should barely call you a tree. You would fit through a doorway.
Yet, you stand there, amidst the giants of buildings and hurry of people on the street,
rooted to your concrete planter and stale corridor of air.
You, amidst it all, standing there, looking strong.
Teach me something, Tree. Teach me how to stand there, looking strong.
Teach me how to fit through a doorway.