The thought of her hands
touching his hair
makes me want to vomit.
Richard Brautigan (via cavum)
The thought of her hands
touching his hair
makes me want to vomit.
My science teacher wrote this poem when he was in grade 9, which was 1985.
When you read it from a relationship perspective, it means that she didn’t like him, she liked someone else.
When you read it from Science’s perspective, “he” would be the Earth, and it explains how eclipse works.