I hope one day
somebody loves you
that they see violets
in the bags under your eyes,
sunsets in the downward arch
of your lips
that they recognize you
as something green,
something fresh and still growing
even if sometimes
you are growing sideways
that they do not waste their time
trying to fix you.
If you think that being an asshole to food service workers or people in retail because you’re “against the man” and “consumerism” then you to chim chimmiety chim chimmiety chim chim chroo your way out of my life.
REALLY ATTRACTIVE PEOPLE ARE STARTING TO FOLLOW ME AND I’M STILL NOT HOT. LIKE OKAY. I’M REALLY SORRY. I’M PROBABLY A HUGE DISAPPOINTMENT.
I can not fathom the idea of people shaming those with red locks.
I will light my clothes on fire if that means getting them off fast enough to bang a cutie with copper hair.
"Gingers have no souls."
What are you even talking about?