(no subject)
i hate starting over.
i hate taxi drivers that flirt with me, and i just want to stab them in the eye. i hate the mass amount of bodies that squish me against a moving pole. i hate lunch in the afternoons when all they have is rice. i hate corporate work when clients don't fucking know what they want or why.
but.
i love the one i miss the most, i miss the one i love the most. i love never having to let go, by hand, by arm, by shoulder, by kiss. i love great dinners with the most sinful food. i love my job when it loves me, the mental orgasms from sprouts of manic divinity spun in an hour.
i love my work.
i love my baby.
but,
the world had made us money junkies.
and i despise the world the most.
i hate taxi drivers that flirt with me, and i just want to stab them in the eye. i hate the mass amount of bodies that squish me against a moving pole. i hate lunch in the afternoons when all they have is rice. i hate corporate work when clients don't fucking know what they want or why.
but.
i love the one i miss the most, i miss the one i love the most. i love never having to let go, by hand, by arm, by shoulder, by kiss. i love great dinners with the most sinful food. i love my job when it loves me, the mental orgasms from sprouts of manic divinity spun in an hour.
i love my work.
i love my baby.
but,
the world had made us money junkies.
and i despise the world the most.