my teeth are stained
by smoke,
and half bottles of wine,
by three or four shades of lipstick,
and blood from biting lips,
by coffee,
and a lack of
sleep,
hygiene,
judgement.
my wisdom teeth
pushed past the retainer
dug into the nerves adjacent,
buckled my jaw,
sure as hell
didn’t make me any wiser.
I’m not blushing you’re blushing.
I look back at a lot of things I used to say and think “Wow, was I full of shit.”
But honestly I’m still totally full of shit. It’s just esoteric and sophisticated enough shit that nobody calls me on it anymore.
I’m so damned upset
tfw you’re having a pretty mediocre day and you invite your friend over to help you feel better and right before they leave they spend ten minutes talking shit about you and all the work you do 🙂
There’s someone out there who’s perfect for me, but we’ll never meet because we’ll both be too awkward to talk to each other.
Encouragement makes me uncomfortable.
I sleep better knowing you’re my friend.
