I think I’m just gonna give up on all romantic interests.
And maybe just relationships all together.
I’ll just focus any and all attention on things that matter. Like singling out weird faces in Italian Renaissance paintings, or comedy tv shows with passionate female lead roles, or sunsets.
Ezra Koenig in the streets, Alex Turner in the sheets
she reaches down seductively. I guide her hand to my zipper. she unzips my fanny pack by mistake. raviolis spill out everywhere