true escape

I want to know you whether you’re afraid of sharks or spiders death or love. I want to know if it’s grammatical errors that drive you crazy or the people correcting them, if you’re more comfortable shaking sand out of your hair or snow, if you prefer coffee or tea, bars or board game nights. I want to know which of your friends you’ve cried in front of, if you’ve ever laughed chocolate milk out of your nose, or kissed someone you didn’t love. I want to know you, the you beneath the layer of small talk always kept shined and smudgeless.  I’m just hoping one day you’ll invite me in.

one of the things that saddens me the most is when people are surprised when someone is kind to them. kindness should be the default.

things you deserve this 2018:

I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.