Everyone has a different color. Everyone has a different pallette and texture. This one guy I kissed was like soap, too slick and fish like. His color pallette was this awful yellowish green. It was really unpleasant and too squishy. This other was trying too hard. It was like a strange red and dark green and black with layers. It wasn’t terrible but not my kind of colors. The most pleasant colors are orange and grey with some lime green. The texture is a bit velvet and very interesting. That was the boy I was in love with but never kissed. His colors were always beautiful. And his smell was deep scarlet with hues of vibrant aquamarine. My tears taste like lavendar and feel like ripples. All of my friends have there own personal color pallettes. My friend Kats car smells like hues of violet and lilac. She is very purple. With hints of orange and brown. My mothers name is this red and evergreen. Very feminine but with a strength. Like her character. It has a petal like texture and her hugs are almost ice blue with a magenta undertone. Constrained but warm. My father is green, red and orange. Childlike but stable. He’s playful like orange but deep like red. He is very earthy and the texture is almost like stone. Days of the week are colored to a T, I never forget. Mondays are blue, Tuesdays are green like summer and July. Wednesday is this dandelion yellow, Thursday is shimmering magenta purple almost like witchcraft and Sagittarius, and Friday is simply pink like a petunia. Saturday is reddish orange and Sunday is gold. Purely gold, like how I feel when I’m laying beneath the sun.


It’s for a reason. This is my test.

And this recession’s so depressin 
My parents don’t stop stressin' 
Just hopin I learned all their lessons 
And I’m paying for this session 
I’m paying for this session 
And I’m paying rent, food, clothes, phone, christmas presents 
6 shots in, I’m just countin all my blessings 
No days off baby I ain’t restin' 
I told my sins, now I’m done confessin' 
You say you a gangsta, but that don’t impress me none 
You say you a gangsta, ain’t seen a thing you’ve done 
I do it all on myself, I ain’t getting help 
From no one, from no one


Kat Hue - “Do Better