lets be honest here.
i’m a social smoker.
i smoke when i’m out drinking,
and that’s not very often, so i’m okay with that (if i get anything further like casual, that’s a problem for me)
but it’s on those days when you feel like you’re growing
or you want to grow.
Maybe those days when you feel like there’s a change in the direction of the wind,
when you know something s about to change, or that change has occurred
that the smell of cigarettes never smelled so good.
those days when you need to relax
perhaps, you miss the nights where you can’t remember,
or your heart just pleads for you to forget, relax and escape
the smell of redbull has never triggered a memory so strong of alcohol and other sensuous nights
I didn’t see you on the bus today,
but boy, was it worth it.
1pm today, Buchanan B
there you are again (dude i sound like a total stalker, but i swear i’m not, i totally sat there first and POOF there you were again)
i knew i recognized that beaning and that silly look of yours.
i fan girl.
maybe 10am, March 26th
It’s you again,
on the 480 again,
but this time from another stop,
and this time sitting right beside me.
white sweater, oxblood jeans, curly brown soft looking hair, headphones…
and last that blue and grey north face backpack.
it didn’t recognize you when you first sat down beside me in my favourite seat
and it wasn’t till we got to school and i saw your face that i knew.
you’re perfect, you’re awesome ❤
bumped into a very cute boy on the bus
eye contact, smirks, gushing and all
he reminded me of….Steve from after school care
he was cute, awkward, likes to pick on the paper cupholder thing of his Starbucks cup
neck scruff, grey toque, the perfect height and the perfect size.
he was beautiful in my mind.
if i ever meet you again. ❤