my sunday best is my h&m underpants with the hole in. no bra and an oversized t shirt smeared mascara and furry tongue. my sunday best is the sun splashing onto my hairy shins through the slats of the blinds. head pounding weak knees my sunday best is being left completely alone.
Tag: sleep
19.12
I met a boy who looked just like you last night same great teeth and same side profile. his voice was softer than yours but he wasn’t as funny. he didn’t carry the same fireworks behind his eyes that you do. he makes his breathing quieter so he can hear mine led at the foot … Continue reading 19.12