I’ve lurked on your page five times this week. Your eyes are gorgeous your hair is something spectacular your lips are extraordinary you are a creature so delicate in your crafting it would be an understatement to say God spent his time on you your body is divine a physique that I wish were mine I’m lurking on your page again call it a girl crush call it checking out the competition I have to remind myself that I lost the fight to a fair opponent I could have never competed against your quasi-perfection I’m lurking on your page again … Continue reading Girl Crush
where do the eraser shavings go? I mean after you erase your mistakes and wipe the pink and grey little shaving off your desk you never stand up and look at the ground and think “Hey look, it’s the t that I accidentally dotted like an I” “It’s the apostrophe that didn’t belong” “It’s the love letter I couldn’t send” No. You walk away and forget your mistakes forgotten on the floor and they drift away Holden asks where the ducks go during the winter But where do the eraser shavings go? Are our mistakes floating out there procreating with … Continue reading Where do the Eraser Shavings Go?