Clear your mind here
nobodydopeasyou asked:
Write a short poem on watermelon
gish:
OKAY. This is my poem about watermelon.
It’s titled:
“Nice Melons.”
You are so wet
So pink
I want to bury my face in you.
And swallow
The seeds.
do you ever sit in ur friends room and just wonder how many times theyve masturbated where ur sitting
no but now i will and it’s honestly your fault
i hate how my entire day can be ruined because of a particular conversation i had, or because of how someone phrased something or because of the tone they used. i hate how i am so horribly sensitive that what counts for me as a “bad day” hinges entirely on the most insignificant things. things other people can shrug off, but they weigh heavy on me all day.
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