I don’t mean to brag about my job but like damn it’s really the best. Being able to drink for free every day after work with your cool fucking coworkers at a brewery is everything. Especially pregaming really good beer before you go out on a Friday night. I love my job.
I watched a man run his hand
up and down his girlfriend’s spine
like a keyboard to keep her warm
as they waited for the bus downtown,
she smiled without looking at him
and he knew it so he pulled her close.
And I thought about them hours later —
how I hoped they were good to each other
and knew just how lucky they were
because there’s not enough of
that kind of love around anymore.
Fuck every chick who can pull off a bun with an undercut because everyone at work keeps challenging me to sumo wrestling matches.
do you ever feel like there’s just so many pretty girls but most dudes are just subpar like there are radiant goddesses everywhere and just piles and piles of guys in backwards baseball caps and sandals