I use to like riding the metro around the city with with no predetermined destination.
People have the wonderful ability to tell you exactly what they need; most of the time they don't mean what they say.
We never had a song together, but we sure as hell had a life together.
My fat ass: *looks at the nutrition label*
"If you adjust calories for inflation, I'm actually under eating."
My thoughts of her rise to the top,
like fizzy bubbles in my soda pop.
I asked Siri a question and she told me, " I don't know! Who the fuck I look like!? Google?"
Secrets always taste better,
as they leave the mouth.
I finally realized that sometimes the worst kisses were really the best kisses.
Like every time we tried to kiss and our teeth hit because we couldn't stop giggling and laughing.
Or when our lips were tight against our face, because we couldn't stop smiling at each other.
Those were the kisses we had.
Even after years of being together, those were our kisses.
Beautiful, memorable, awful kisses.
Do you ever think that if a dog sees a seal sunbathing on the rocky shore he would think, "Holy shit! A mermaid!"?
She set sail from the harbor on the last remaining ship, she had burnt all the rest.
I couldn't blame her. I understood why she did it,
as I stood on the shore with all my baggage in hand.