People have the wonderful ability to tell you exactly what they need; most of the time they don't mean what they say.
I went to see the palm reader today. She furrowed her brown, crinkled her nose and said, we all couldn't have been Joan of Arc. Sometimes it's our destiny to die in the dirt of the plague .
I'll not waste good chapstick,
on bad kisses anymore.
No one is beautiful,
Like she is beautiful.
Six Word Story
Last one alive, closes the door.
The stains of human history
can never be erased,
only masked over until tolerable.
I use to like riding the metro around the city with with no predetermined destination.
My ice cream is always exactly 15% ice creamier after I see her.
Her science holds up.
My fat ass: *looks at the nutrition label*
"If you adjust calories for inflation, I'm actually under eating."
She's on my mind.
She got there through the ear canal.
She's in my heart.
I think she got there through the lungs.