it's the same old shi[r]t, different day.
Without much to say, you can hardly finish a train of thought, nonetheless figure out the perfect things to text him. Other days, you know exactly what to say and with whom you need to say it. Those moments when everything just spills out of your guts and onto the paper - or the keyboard. No need to look at the lunch menu, because you've never been so sure that a BLT, coffee, and side of fries is what you want.
is this the moment when you realize that you're actually a full, life-size adult? Look at you ordering a double espresso with your lunch.
Or, how it will always feel
especially satisfying to slip into something familiar. An old sweater that's cropped in all the right places. Or jeans, that feel like butta and make your ass, look good. Curls, just like they were meant to be. Wild, tangled, a little loose. So, when it's Monday morning, and all a girl wants to feel is
brand new, it's nice to know that a few things just won't change. Or, aren't really meant to, squirrel.