.: crush :.
i met someone. tall, lanky, scrawny...and yellow. the splitting image of a stereotype i created, then hated. the perfect dork lacking in fashion sense has taught me tricks i forgot to remember, made me feel i'm the only person who needs
. a couple of days and i get a kick out of it still: making you
out as he is. if you're even half as warm, smart, kind or gentle...does it matter?
i thought you'd at least say hey that first sunday. i keep being reminded of you the more i think of how you've forgotten all about me.
does it matter?
if you'd even dare to know, i think i'd marry you one day, everyday.
little miss invisible
This is the best--
Throwing off the light covers,
Feet on the cold floor,
And buzzing around the house on espresso--
Maybe a splash of water on the face,
A palmful of vitamins--
But mostly buzzing around the house on espresso.
~Morning, Billy Collins
:image from Nike Women:
:the beautiful kicks in.: