I Like People Who Like Me

I like sleeping naked. I like when the hangover feels like being underwater. I like writing about you in cheap notebooks with expensive pens. I like people who like me. I like walking up and down 6th Street. I like feeling sore. I like feeling the earthquakes. I like drinking. I like reading about people who like drinking. I like reading about people who fucked up big time. I like reading about people who are lonely. I like white noise. I like the smog. I like the deer at the reservoir. I like passing by your old apartment building. I like being sad. I like dwelling. I like smoking inside. I like the way my skin feels under tights. I like vintage fur. I like four shots of espresso over ice. I like spice. I like candlelight. I like eating dinner after midnight. I like riding the line. I like making up my mind. I like staying up late. I like that I hate cocaine. I like listening to the radio in the car. I like strip mall bars. I like body heat. I like waking up next to my friends. I like wearing their clothes. I like platonic codependency. I like when the attachments run deep. I like thinking about the way things used to be. I like tenderness. I like temptation. I like tough questions. I like saying yes. I like to cry. I like to be described. I like spending money on stupid things. I like vitamins. I like prescription face creams. I like whiskey sours. I like extra cherries. I like magnolias. I like lilies. I like waking up in lots of jewelry. I like perfumes that smell like sunscreen. I like French underwear. I like cutting my own hair. I like disappearing. I like tattoos that don’t mean anything. I like letting the nostalgia get to me. I like when the decision is made for me. I like kissing goodbye. I like talking on the phone at night. I like talking about you. I like wearing all white.