Mad alliteration. Thank you Flobots.

One rapper twelve cups shit talking load up upload reactions from faggots who give a fuck forget faith in fixing up fake a fix for fame and stuff stop spitting so seriously sorry you can’t make a fuss sorry you can’t make a change so shoot a drug straight to your brain slap it smack it out of sight I’m hissing cause I’m bout to bite.

Oh yeah. There’s onomatopoeia in there too. Google it.

Your smile

Your eyes

Your scars, filled with treasures we haven’t completely unearthed yet

The way you bite your lip when you’re thinking

The way you light up when you see me

The way you say “No I want this one!” when you accidentally grab my left hand and then grab my right

The way you cling on to my arm or waist and say “mine”

When you sing beautiful melodies from songs I don’t know and think I don’t notice.

When you look down before looking up at me

The way you blink before you close your eyes to kiss me

The way you ask me to make people go away

You don’t judge me

When we argue about things that don’t matter

When you call me to tell me something funny (either that just happened or a joke)

When you try to beat me up

When you smile and clap (or snap and sometimes point) when you get an idea

When you steal glances

When you surprise me at work

When you tell me I’m cute

You support my tagging and I’m On Overload

You like my music

You’re a rebel

You sing beautifully

Your fascinating lyrical/poetic writing style

You haven’t given up on me

It’s really hard to know if you’re right or not when you’ve spent years putting yourself down and putting blame on yourself that you didn’t deserve.

How am I gonna get out of this?

I am in need of lots of self-examining. A friend would be cool, but it’s whatever. I’ve gotten through shit alone before.

Please don’t pity me. I don’t need pity.

I know I shouldn’t feel alone, but I do. And it makes me wonder if any of my feelings are real. But if my feelings are real, then I wonder if they are grounded in reality, or merely in my own delusions.

Hmmm.

If I see one more post about how guys only think about one thing, or girls don’t know what they want, or girls get hung up stuff easier, or guys don’t understand how hard it is to be a girl, I am going to unfollow the person who posted it.

I’m not kidding.

Guys can get hung up, girls can only think about sex, guys don’t always know what they want, and with the exception of blood flowing from our genitals, it can be jus as hard to be a guy as it is to be a girl. Guys can develop eating disorders, hate their self-image, and have drastic mood swings.

We are equals. Stop separating us.