Just woke really relieved to find out I was only dreaming that six of my teeth fell out (I’ve never had a teeth-falling out dream that I can remember), but then got really sad because in the same dream I definitely had a to go box with leftover fried ravioli…win some lose some I guess.
I would reform the mountains in the
your shoulders next to
got a job.
got a job from 3:30-midnight, mon-fri.
gotta say “Seeya later, all semblance of a life”.
swinging so far
splitting fingers at the
what I keep in this skin across the
bricks of a house so
nother thinly bristled,
It was bound to happen. Hello, fancy glasses, fancy drinks, and dads saying things like “Remember when they were only 5?” and “look at them now, knowing how to talk about bourbon—we raised them right!”
…the trickiness and all-importance of distinguishing whether it is something that you want or just something that you think you should want…