There’s a blind boy in one of my English teacher’s classes and last week our assignment was to write poetry about nature… this is what he turned in:
Roses are black
Violets are black
Everything is black
I can’t see.
the best kind of flirting: the flirting where apparently neither of you knew you were flirting but APPARENTLY EVERYONE ELSE DID
"I don’t want to have the world’s attention. Yours is enough."