Oh what a week. What a glorious, glorious week to be alive—despite how run down I am, this week has shown me (or rather, reminded me) what it is like to truly be alive.
I’m so incredibly in love with my delta sig family and those women who support us. You are the backbone of us.
I’m still awaiting for that sober moment to get my life together. Where art thou, sober moment?
I need a sober moment to get my life together.
any man who’s seen
the faithful — and,
by what I mean a lownecked
fabric trickled down your chest —
knows the square footage
of your presence
up until they reach your brittled shoulders,
where inasmuch as your
smile can send them
a gazed for something
disobeying the motion
of their hands
as they touch,
and what she thinks of as
a gesture surely is mistaken
as something in
I’ve been waiting on you.
When people change, I gain a piece, but I lose one too.
And as it breaks, the summer will warm
But the winter craved whats lost
Crave whats all,