This month has brought upon me a paradigm shift.
If i have to write one more fucking college essay i will kill someone, literally. i feel like doing all this preliminary work to apply to schools I most likely won't make it into is a true test of my patience (which is wearing thin, for friends, parents, and especially myself.)
Please don't ever clean out your car. I love seeing little pieces of your life slapped into the backseat. its very poetic, if you can write it down in the right way.
New York City is very intimidating-- i cant do it by myself.
I'm so ready for you and what we have ahead of us. He makes me feel very alive, somewhere in between the sheets in his bed and our sweaty palms on car rides home, i found myself in the noise.
I get very dizzy when i think about you sinking down between my legs. I love the feeling of your hair and the smell of the crook of your neck.
"i was thinking about maybe applying to NYU"
Colleges are emailing me non stop and i cant help but feel as though its false flattery-- like most other things in my life.
except this, being your aforementioned girl.
train ride home from the city, i will try to tell you i will choke on fear
perfume of romance, tu-lip(s) petals jammed into my mouth and growing from bruised collars
10 months.
10 months.
i really like you too
$8 and 5 condoms because we didn't use the last few
Maybe college wont work out, i can come live at your house
you're all i need but i'm pretty sure my parents will never see, ah, let it be.
because you are water twelve feet deep and i am boots made of concrete
"is it weird that i really enjoyed that?"
10 months
colleges are asking for my permanence, but i left it all in the grooves of your vinyls and the space between your eyes.
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