lennonalive

love is like a butt because sometimes it just farts on you and there's not a lot you can do about it

    lennon cox

i often imagine myself in love at the beach, although i'm alone. it's just me and the waves. the sky and the birds. i have mcdonald's french fries, but i toss the crusty ones at the dirty seagull i can feel watching me. i'm flat on the ground, basking, but digging my heels into the sand pile i've formed at the end of my towel because, of course, i am too tall for it. it's hot. it's breezy but not so windy it whistles in my ears. yes, love is the sun. it is how, in this world i've created, the sun doesn't care whether or not i appreciate its rays. it just shines anyways. and even when it doesn't, i can still appreciate the rain drops when they pop holes into the sand and curl my hair.

im currently sitting in my room. i feel sick but not sick enough to throw up. im watching my favorite movie but feeling sicker. right now, my feet are pressed onto the window and im looking at the moon wondering if it misses the sun like how i do. i think looking at the moon has just made me want to be her more. that maybe i just need to sleep for a while, among the stars. alone in space, on my towel, in the sun. i think that’s best.

thats all for now , thanks for reading if you made it this far. 

i love you stranger.