Monday, August 31, 2015

trying to figure all of this shit out

Love is not caring about morning breath.
Love is giving you my mittens because your hands are colder.
Love is "did you make it home safe?"
Love is staying home from parties
and kissing in parking lots.
Love is responding to a text with a phone call.
Love is silence.
Love is how your hand fits on my waist.
Love is San Francisco and Russia and South America and North America, too.
Love is for 6 year olds and 18 year olds and 90 year olds.
Love is
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4 comments:

  1. savanna jonesSeptember 1, 2015 at 3:32 PM

    "Love is glancing at you to make sure you're laughing, too"

    I love this

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  2. Sonny JeanOctober 7, 2015 at 9:25 AM

    "Love is what makes footsy not even that gross."

    You speak truth.

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  3. LaLunaOctober 22, 2015 at 8:36 AM

    Olive hi I love you. And your writing is incredible. Love- your fellow good earthling (you better know who I am)

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  4. Felicity SharpeDecember 19, 2015 at 10:05 PM

    yes. this is yes.

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