I hope everyone / anyone is happy and desirous of everything good.

Catch y’all on the flip-side.

and also never, ever end.

For a little while, I let myself forget that I am happy, but then I remembered again, WHEW!!!

(via marychasebreedlove)

every important thing I ever wrote that isn’t on paper is gone.

because I’m sick of myself. I appreciate you. I’m okay. I hope you’re okay, too.

He pushes my pale, damp face into his chest.
He doesn’t smell like my father, and I am relieved.
He reminds me of no one.
His watch face can hold the moon.
He is unlike any man I know.

He made me small and I liked it.
He made me small and I hated it. 

I cry too often. “Because you’re honest. “
I can’t say no. “Because you’re sweet.”
He is alone and that makes him a man.
I remember nursery rhymes and get nostalgic.

He eyes me too gently.
This makes him smart.
He says, “You’re sad. What’s that about?”

Tip me over and pour me out.