It’s been so long since my pen has touched paper, my brush has touched canvas, and your hand has touched my skin. I feel like the paint in my art box, cracked and forgotten, left to dry and fade.
she’s cheer captain and I respect her right to wear whatever she wants and participate in traditionally ‘feminine’ activities because I understand that life is not about condemning another woman’s personal choices just because she doesn’t ‘deserve’ the boy i have a crush on
if you sang this back to taylor swift i think her skin would sizzle