I just want you. Your messy morning hair. Your humming when you’re making breakfast. Your cuddling during thunderstorms. Your hand holding mine as we gaze at the stars. Your good days. Your bad. Your everything. I want you.
occasionally the universe orders one of its many snipers to fire a warning shot at me. not to cause any (physical) harm, mind you. they’re just reminders that the universe hates me and could snuff out my puny little life anytime it wishes.
today that warning shot came in the form of my microwave burrito being completely empty. no filling. just tortilla.
how can you look at this and still believe the world is kind and just
My StoryMy FaceMy LifeMy SquadMy PoetryMy Style AspirationsMy SongsCover SongsLetters to Her Bianca, B for short. 26. ENFP. Lesbian. CMU Graduate. Singer/songwriter. Gypsy teacher lady. Fitness enthusiast. Ravenclaw. Fashionista. 60s-80s music junkie. Pineapple Enthusiast. Tickler of the ivories. Lordess of the strings. Queen of the alto section. Child of Rock. #ChoirUpForever "Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire." -Patti Smith "No." -Rosa Parks Proverbs 31:25