your pretty words
they string together like ____ ____.
he never got lost in me
we got lost together
lost in the way our minds mold together
Bam is comforting in the sense that we can sit at a cafe all day, not say a word and it won’t be weird. She’s refreshing because she tells me how it is (verbatim “you look like a dead person today”) and never really second guesses herself. But, what I appreciate the most is her willingness to teach me about cultures other than my own and her patience when I’m not always as aware as I should be. I told her this today, in an awkward attempt for a serious moment between us. She smirked (a genuine smirk, sometimes hard to tell) and pat me a few times on the shoulder. A typical response. Continue reading
The biggest lie ever told.
One of my best friends is moving to California in a week, and part of me wishes I was with her. Continue reading