my dues

to my over-creating, ever-abundant thoughts, you have no idea the value you hold to my identity, and i thank you for that. to my ex-lover’s cologne, i am thankful for your memories that take me away to a place and time i will always cherish; to the people we were before we are us now. to google, i am grateful you allow me to search ‘amazing commencement speeches’ so that i am educated on what the great masters are saying to their graduating students, just as i will be shortly. to my superman, i thank my constellations (and ask them why they made me lucky) every time you tell me that i am amazing. to my mother, thank you for accepting me every late night i return home, exhausted. to the cold smoke around hillcrest, thank you for your bite. to the air in my lungs, i give you my sincerest thanks for allowing me to live past each ticking second. to you: there is much you have to be thankful for, and for recognizing it, i thank you (in advance).

to my boy’s ex-lover:

i would just like you to know that you really are a silly girl for ever thinking it was a good idea to hurt him for somebody else, and that he was too good to you when he decided to stay with you regardless. i would also like to thank you for making that mistake, so he could realize the kind of person he ultimately wanted to love and for bringing him to me.

• me:  relationships are like fridges, you have to try out multiple ones to see which works for you
• m:  really? i can work with any fridge man
• m:  don't really give a fuck as long as they do the job

We are blinded by the word beauty. In reality it has no definition. It has no form, no shape, no meaning. This word is not a noun - it is not an adjective. It is merely an opinion - and should be treated as such. Beautiful is a smile, the sounds you hear while falling asleep, the shaking in your fingers while touching a lover.