in freshman year, i fell asleep
in a familiar bed.
his older brother’s best friend
was the one who passed out next to me.
it was not insidious.
we were both too drunk to move away.
in sophomore year, i was kissed
on the lawn by an upperclassman.
i still remember how he held my hips
like a book.
i remember how he tasted like tequila
and how he forgot my name after fall break.
in junior year, i remember a boy my age
nibbling my ear while i chugged hard liquor.
i swatted him off and sat with someone older.
they didn’t want to touch me because i was too young.
i wondered when i started using my age
as a safety net.
in senior year, i got smashed on the hood
of a really nice car.
someone asked my age, and i told them
i was old wine they couldn’t afford.
another boy mentioned i looked like champagne.
i told him i was harder to choke down than vodka.
I wish you were in this room with me right now. I wish I could put my arms around you. I wish I could touch you.
Her (2013) (via emotionxlshawty)
In the 10th grade my english teacher was like “there’s gullible written on the ceiling” and everyone was like “Haha nahhhh I’m not falling for that” and this one girl looks up and we start laughing at her until she, with the most serious face and cold stare, looked at us and pointed up and we all looked and there was a piece of paper thumb tacked to the ceiling that said “gullible” on it and we all just