unlearn the art of tiptoeing. Push through tight lipped smiles with curled fingers. Spit your passion into a tin bucket and see what bubbles madly over the brim.
remember the girl whose voice is fingers dangling out of a car window. You don’t know the song that’s playing, but she teaches you the chorus as you go.
(^ she intimidated me because I don’t typically look under stickers the way she does)
have a pen and paper handy: look under stickers more often
you are green velour. you are anything you chose to be. you are nothing if you don’t sleep. you are nothing without pressure. you are green velour. you are anything/nothing. you are only as much as the number of times you sneeze (black pepper)//sleep (chamomile tea)