The worse thing what could happen is they can say no. If you never ask, you are doing it to yourself. The worse thing.

Your desires are more powerful than your opinions.

Economics of Attention

Is it wrong to charge your vibrator

off your company's laptop? 

No one will know—

if it's stalking when you post it 

all public online. 

Is any of this incognito anymore—

when you've been begging to be seen?

But the comments section

is bound to take off,

and you'll be popular

for a minute to no one special—

internet strangers who'll forget

by next week.

don't offer me a wish cause I'll waste it on sumthin stupid like 'couches are machine washable'

D. All the Above

Today I realized

the beginning of my heart line

on both palms

has shifted toward the index finger.

Like the beginning of love

is pointing at me.

Middle school me would know

exactly what this means,

and could detail why

the lines on my hands are moving

right along with me,

and the lines on my forehead

I think I should cover up

with cheeky, slutty, cute bangs.

Yet, my middle school self

worried about finding

a signature scent,

while I know it's just

whichever one you wear the most—

spraying the bottle

pointed at my heart

so often it's worn

a stretching, longer line,

toward my index finger,

pointing in the mirror,

saying shit like,

"I can't fucking wait

to be forty."

everything i HAVE to do—im gonna do in the most enjoyable, possible way for me.

it gets so much easier once you start to see results.