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Handlebar sideburns
I don't understand you
What's your purpose?
Where is your destination?
Why are you here?

You creep down his ear
and tickle along those pale cheeks
Your travels are infinite
from the tallest mountain top
To the lowest plains

You'll never leave his side
a constant in our lives
Handlebar sideburns
You bother me
But it seems you're here to stay

the most unromantic love letter ever written to me

My corazon belongs to a puta :)

Dear Cynthia,

I hope you remember me. If you don't, here is what I look like: ////
Get it? I'm slanty.
Anyways, in all seriousness, I was thinking about last semester and I don't think I ever told you "thanks" for sitting next to me in algae class. It really meant a lot to me and I looked forward to every single lab because of those few hours that I could talk to you in person. I know damn well that you would have much rather sat next to Cheryl or someone else with a vagina so you could talk about girl stuff like "what's new with periods", "breast-soreness", or even The Lake House. . . but you sat next to me and made it an awesome class for me. Thanks.
Even though school is over, I really think it would be stupid if we never saw each other again. . . especially because you know that I love you and that you yourself would like to open up and love me too. That is why I suggest that we should hang out some time, maybe grab a pita or some sushi. . . whatever. We can go as friends which will hopefully lead to oral right away. Well, I think you know what I'm trying to say: It would be dumb for two awesome people to lose contact with each other, especially physical contact.
Have you even seen my hands? They are quite beautiful AND I would never treat you wrong, unless you count me beating the crap out of your cervix as a bad thing.
Is your boyfriend dead yet?