my ideal weight is the weight of me holding eight puppies
I always heard that if you loved someone that you wish they were with you in that exact moment, I always feel that way, but mostly I wish you were there drinking a whiskey ginger with me when I saw the most intimate quasi show ever. I know you could enjoy it and I wouldn’t want anyone else there but you. I wish you were there when I was on top of the Empire State Building, when it was sprinkling and all the couples were up there making out, I was with my best friend, but I wish you were there kissing me, I wish you were there smoking a blunt with me at jay-z in Brooklyn, I wish you were there the night I ran around Greenwich by myself, we could make out in Washington square park, and I’d actually have someone there to see all the beats stuff with. There is so much history on macdougal, where I always try to stay. I wish you were kissing me in the photo booth at rainbo and tasting lil sumpthin on your mouth. I’ll go on another time
Sometimes I hashtag search my favorite writer, so see whose into him and look into their lives they expose on the internet and wish we could all be friends/lovers and discuss how beautiful his words are. That’s the dream.
I’ve been deleting Facebook posts to make my page more professional. And I saw some messages with mark. He’s my friend that I briefly dated in 2012. He died in a car wreck in feb 2013. I forget about it sometimes. It hurts to read it