I want to become a sea fairer. I want to harness the wind, use it to take me wherever I want to go, and then let it harness me and take me wherever it blows.
Inner monologue:
Foreword-This guy I work with takes my trash out for me. I'm kind of mean to him every time, and every time he asks if I'm in a bad mood, and I tell him no, I'm actually in a good mood, but he takes it anyway
I realized today that when I'm in a bad mood, I'm actually nice to him.
Here's the salutation to my letter to him:
Dear Demetrius...DJ...D-Town. D-Train? D-Money...D-Money Bags? D-Bag? D-Bag. I like that. Let's go with that.
What do labels in relationships mean?
I don't want a boyfriend.
I want a best friend.
One that I can hold hands with and kiss.
That's all I have.
1 comment:
oh dear. i can't wait to write letters to you. mission to mission. we're going to be the definition of apostate.
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