This comedy podcast has me crying into my coffee and the barista keeps looking over like I need help. Honestly the only thing keeping me in this seat is that the leggings I slept in are doing things they were never designed for and I'm not ready to give that up yet. You'd sit across from me, wouldn't you?
Good comedy is the only reason to sit still this long in the heat. The comedian's hilarious but I keep losing the punchline somewhere around this neckline and the way the stage light keeps finding me. Bet you'd miss every joke too.
Nobody else is dumb enough to be up here with the sky doing that. The water's bath-warm and the first thunder just hit — tell me you wouldn't ride this out with me.
Empty gallery on a Friday and this backless dress is getting more looks from the security cameras than the art on the walls. Come be my audience instead.
Tried to meditate the restlessness out but my hands wandered somewhere the breathing exercises can't fix. Care to guess where this ended up?
The whole apartment is ninety-eight degrees and the freezer is the only thing cooperating. The cold on bare skin is doing something I wasn't ready for. Tell me you wouldn't just watch.
Five days of rain and the sky finally remembered what color it is. Been trapped inside long enough to forget what air this warm feels like on bare skin. You want to come up and watch it set with me?
The whole harbor is draped in flowers for the procession and it's beautiful, honestly — but this warm air keeps pulling my attention somewhere else. You'd lose focus too, wouldn't you?
The whole island is down there celebrating and I'm still up here deciding how much trouble I want to get into tonight. You coming down with me or what?
The rain killed my shoot and left me with nothing but these sheets and way too much imagination. Tell me what you'd do if you were the one watching instead of this camera.