So we’re done? I’m the best that you ever had, face it.
Are dating? Are we fucking? Are we best friends? Are we something? In between that, I wish we never fucked and I mean that.
But not really. You say the nastiest shit in bed- and its fucking awesome.
Sometimes Childish Gambino is all I need in life.
I can’t get my thoughts straight. As my dearest friends came to resemble complete strangers, I began to wonder what if these people were my friends. How would my life be different. What if I were with him instead of you? What would I do?
I’m lost. You say my name like words that I made up. How am I supposed to do this? Where are we? Where do we stand? I can’t speak.
I cry whenever I see these bikes. White bikes around cities mean that that is where a biker died in a car accident. Rest in Peace.
Have you ever wondered, if when you are thinking of me, if I am thinking of you too? Because I wonder that all the time. If somehow, we are truly connected.
The awkward moment when you wave at someone you think is waving at you.
by Aled Lewis