from the skinned knees or the scars on your arms or your face or the way athletes walk with a subtle limp and the callouses on a guitar player, you carry your scars with you everywhere. imperfections are wonderful despite (or because?) skin is sacrosanct and i intend to spend every minute of my life giving it its due reverence.
from the hollows of your collarbone to the dips in your hips.
, WOMP WOMP
also: my reaction to things that happened last night? this.