takingoff
The sleeves on my winter coat are too short, and the wrist is too delicate a part to get cold.
suppose < conviction.
I never learned how to French braid my hair. Other's mothers would always send them to school with ornate braids and twists and I was the odd one out, twisting chunks together only to have them form into knots.
A swarm of 7-10 year old girls, "Mr. Tim's more fun than Polly Pockets."
you crane your neck to see over my shoulder, but we're still alone in this staircase
I always want my 1-minute blurbs to be meaningful and poetic and full of substance, but then I look at the timer go, and I am overwhelmed with this crushing sense of defeat in never being able to think of something in the moment...
I find lust more important than love. If there is no lust the passion winds down and then everything is calm and safe, what about that jump-into-a-fire feeling for the person you're crazy about?
i've failed at oneword