Dear careless whisperer, Some sharings are dagger-edged and there is no escape when they’re turned on you no countermagic for the soul crushing embarrassment dropped as if from a great height. Did you hear the gun-shot thunderclap of confidence leaving the room?
these words as powerful as an enemy as loving as no woman no woman no woman no woman no explanation no arms no legs no lips no hands no one now just one beer and a hit is all i need to forget about my walls to forget about my blundering , blubbering past self weak and desperate for affection/attention embarrassment shadow
A girl stood before me at the supermarket a few random items littered her basket pink socks poked out from her sneakers they were covered with little creatures an inch of flesh stood between those ankle high socks and her jeans.
Nice socks I exclaimed! she turned around inflamed looked at me and said I have a boyfriend her face now red.
Are they his I asked? her face broke into a laugh sorry I got so defensive guys make me apprehensive I don't really have a boyfriend sometimes I just like to pretend.
*I know how you feel I replied in embarrassment I've often lied and whenever I'm struck by beauty of someone new I meet I can't look directly at them I look towards their feet.