The naked female body is treated so weirdly in society. It’s like people are constantly begging to see it, but once they do, someone’s a hoe.

You know that feeling when you’re watching the person you love do something? For example, they’re talking to someone, and you feel all proud and get butterflies because they’re so awesome and everyone knows it and they’re yours. Or when they’re doing something, and they just look really happy and proud, and it’s the sweetest thing.

I expect a lot, because I deserve a lot.

I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.

I still search for you in crowds,
in empty fields and soaring clouds.
In city lights and passing cars,
on winding roads and wishing stars.