crawl through the hole in my tights,
a tunnel straight to my soul
i am the type of girl who falls in love with the small things instantly
a tattoo of Catcher in the Rye on your chest
vocabulary: visceral, passionate, pragmatic, romanticized
a barista with combed hair i want to see messy in the morning
a singer,
the raw kind.
a writer, please show me your journal.
a traveler
let's sit on a balcony and read together.
lightheaded on americanos, cigarettes, and the idea of you,
we are all humans
why can't i just say: let's get close?
why do i have to play the infatuation game like a familiar chord on the piano
?
that's my problem:
i don't Have to do anything
obligation is a choice.
and i am choosing impulsive love instead.
Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 10:35 PM UTC
crawl through the hole in my tights,
a tunnel straight to my soul
i am the type of girl who falls in love with the small things instantly
a tattoo of Catcher in the Rye on your chest
vocabulary: visceral, passionate, pragmatic, romanticized
a barista with combed hair i want to see messy in the morning
a singer,
the raw kind.
a writer, please show me your journal.
a traveler
let's sit on a balcony and read together.
lightheaded on americanos, cigarettes, and the idea of you,
we are all humans
why can't i just say: let's get close?
why do i have to play the infatuation game like a familiar chord on the piano
?
that's my problem:
i don't Have to do anything
obligation is a choice.
and i am choosing impulsive love instead.
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