If I’ve learned anything, it’s that love is filthy. You’ll keep finding skin under your nails long after you’ve dragged them down her back. Her hair will clog up your shower drain and her toothpaste will crust the rim of your bathroom sink. There will be twice as much dirty laundry on the floor, twice as many dishes to clean; the empty cartons of take-out on the counter will be family-size.
The bite marks she’ll leave on your neck and chest will bruise purple then blue then green. For breakfast, you’ll split bacon and eggs
and use your fingers as napkins. She'll leave lipstick stains on your favorite coffee mug to match the collar of your shirt and the ring around your throat and the ring around your finger.
There is no squeaky clean when it comes to love, but not for lack of trying. She'll leave oil, streaky clear palm prints on your window panes as gentle as her lips on your forehead and all you’ll be able to say is thank you, pass me the windex, move in with me.
You’re a few chapters further
into your story than I am, but
I’ve lived enough to know what
love feels like. The problem
here isn’t our age, it’s the way
everyone else thinks our
relationship is their business.
anne, be worried about my happiness instead of the person I’m with.
one must have a mind of winter to regard the frost and the boughs of the pine-trees crusted with snow; and have been cold a long time to behold the junipers shagged with ice, the spruces rough in the distant glitter of the January sun; and not to think of any misery in the sound of the wind, in the sound of a few leaves, which is the sound of the land full of the same wind that is blowing in the same bare place
for the listener, who listens in the snow, and, nothing himself, beholds nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
People will use you. Sometimes you won’t mind it, other times it will hurt. Don’t take it to your heart, it’s in some peoples nature. You are strong enough to know when it’s time to call it quits or when you can take it once more. You are not a toy my dear, don’t let them think you are all the time. Stand your ground. However, sometimes something deep in you will say ‘let them, just this once’ and you will bow your head and let havoc be unleashed into your world. The storm may be destructive for now, but you can always rebuild your home.
These girls born in the 90’s are dangerous
They wear dark lipstick and drink coffee like its water
They serenade you by the sound of their voice
Bringing you closer until you can’t leave
Their eyes are like tinted windows
They can see out, but you cant see in
These girls born in the 90’s are dangerous because girls like them were born in a storm.