just-living-life-sadly

i want a “wanna go watch the sunset?” kind of love. a “just one more minute, one more touch, one more kiss” kind of love. a “mario kart after dinner, loser does the dishes” kind of love. an “i can’t sleep, wanna go for a drive?” kind of love. a goofy and cliche and almost too good to be true kind of love. that’s what i want.

Date someone you can have rough sex and deep conversations with whether it is at 2am or 2pm

Yeahh

yall can make fun of slam poems all you want but I’ve never felt more powerful than listening to women yell about their trauma to strangers

a lot of the difference between people who like slam poetry and people who hate slam poetry is comprised of whether you’ve heard slam poetry used constructively as a platform for the voices of the oppressed and those who would otherwise not have ways to express their emotions, or, alternatively, just heard it used by boring untalented white dudes who want a license to complain about how Smartphones Are Literally The Devil

^An excellent fucking take right here