I’m 25+ years old, I don’t need “thin” mints. I don't have time to waste on that baby shit, give me those “Thicc” mints.
I wanted us to be happy, but I also had an unhealthy definition of happiness. I thought of everything we were, and made it into everything you were. I did things that might make you smile, wrote poems that would light up your eyes. I was content to make your happiness my happiness. But that … Continue reading “I’ve tried leaving my heart free to wander, but everytime…every single time…it always comes back…to you.”