I challenge anybody who wants a british boyfriend bc they think british boys are all like dan howell to sit through an entire episode of the inbetweeners and say they haven’t changed their mind.
scientists tell us that all water
is old water,
that there is no room for originality,
that everything is recycled.
the anguish of Achilles bleeding out
face-down in the Trojan dirt
mingles with that of a stockbroker caught
in the ebb and flow of the markets,
and what I am trying to say is that the tears
navigating south through the canyons on your face
may have once wet the cheeks
of Alexander the Great
for the same reason.
There’s always gonna be that one person that you can’t get out of your mind no matter how hard you try.