Is it sad...

that when I go to sleep, I put a large pillow underneath the covers so that it feels like there's a warm fluffy body sleeping next to me? 

hello again Nostalgia,

you don't make me cry anymore. 

and sometimes, i actually convince myself that I like you. 

thanks for the dead arm.

i have a bruise. 

*

You are Da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man on crinkled grass,

except you are not a man,

and you are not naked,

but you are legendary

to me. 

on story writing

i've decided to just write my favorite scenes, or whatever scenes i'm in the mood for, or inspired to write. Then, I can just piece them together in an artistically nonsensical way. 

win. 

i'll probably regret posting this later

but I need to let it all out. 

OH MY GOODNESS, the most attractive lady walked into starbux with her multicolored tegan and sara hair. 

she smiled at me

and it was glorious. 

Then I did what I do in all adrenaline-surging situations: I paced around the store aimlessly and snuck a peek at her every time I lapped the center divider. 

Then she left and I kicked myself for not starting up a polite conversation....