Beauty or brains?
Fuck that, it’s not a dichotomy. Let’s not act like mascara glues girls eyes so shut that they can’t read a word of Dickens or solve a trig problem. Let’s talk about how no boy has ever been asked if he’d rather get his Bachelor’s or get married; no boy has ever been told that he’s too handsome to run for office. So why cover up my tits so you can take me seriously?
Beauty or brains? I’ll take ‘em all, thanks.
I like my coffee how I like myself: Dark, bitter, and too hot for you.
I wish I knew how to love someone without killing myself. How to mend hearts without breaking my own. How to kiss and not create bruises.
I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.
Finding someone worth waking up to is better than finding someone to sleep with.
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love