I know I’m not that interesting, but you make me wish I could offer you my wrists to write poems with the blood that fills them.
(submitted by: nemoricultrix)
My handwriting it atrocious.
Instead, let’s leave that blood where it is for now, and make it pound in your temples instead.
And then later, you can earn for me by going and selling plasma.
That way we all win.
Kind of.