Over time, when bitten enough, The body can build up tolerance To mosquito bites So that they no longer itch. Then— though you might be Bitten a hundred times On each hand And again— on each leg You are not bothered. Advertisements
They ask me what my favourite place in the entire world is; where i am most comfortable in where i am most myself and they expect a far flung city or a party club with night music
A little easy, a little far. What would you to do to hide the grease and tar? I’m a lady who questions a lot. When they found their better half, I wonder what they thought.
Don’t you ever feel like you want to distill yourself?
Woke up with a headache, It’s the dawn of a warm December, The air smells of bonfire, Rusty leaves and amber.
I’m thinking of you And that’s where I drown I don’t want to be typical But you’re an ocean With its own unfathomable depth
The pure joy Of eating candies In the mesmerizing autumn Hair put up in braids
There comes a time in our life, Where we have nobody else but us, To help us savin’ From the miserable drownin’.
How would our days be Without clothing and shelter, No near and dear friends, Or even bread and butter?
When we have books to read, What else do we possibly need? O selfish generation! To these dear pages, pay heed!