A true adult keeps grocery bins in the trunk of his car. Look for him!
“I want to dislike the guy, but he’s so great!” Yea … I don’t feel that way.
After all this time, we’re family – but I don’t get you. And I hate it.
You’ve made her happy for years. I’m grateful but won’t ever understand.
“You’re cut after you finish your sidework,” could’ve been angels singing.
I could never be calm with someone like me, so be steady for me.
It wasn’t so much the loss of you, but all the things we’d never do.
Fred. He’s a classic, a clown. Smooth like Astaire and hot like Mercury.
Sam’s a big, strong man with thick hands – but sensitive like a Samantha. Not a binary or hard comment on gender, just a what’s in a name poetry challenge 1 / Disclaimer: unless your Samantha from Sex and the City
Nothing has leveled me more than humanity of complete strangers.