How do some people sit in class with that much ass crack out and not know
I can’t believe the government took an hour of sleep from me that is so childish
I wonder if our fingerprints fill each other’s empty spaces
when we put our hands together.
I want our bodies to move like flowers opening.
Are you afraid of the vastness of the universe
or the humble ones inside of your bloodstream?
When you walk outside in the middle of the night
and it’s snowing and it’s fifteen degrees,
do you run to your car
or do you stop for a moment to smile at the sky?
Have you reached the peak of the mountain?
Is it everything you’d hoped it would be?
I think if we were trees we’d be willows
and we’d let children swing on our branches.
I’m whispering into the air hoping you will hear me:
Your soul is my soul’s home.
my two uncles were getting married and everyone was crying and my mom looked at me and whispered “this is so gay”
ever wonder how different your life would be if that one thing never happened