they dont even sell garages at garage sales
show up to your funeral like
driving past your old elementary school like
I need 6 months vacation, twice a year.
If I reply with “oh” I either don’t give a fuck or I feel like i’ve been punched in the throat
if i could swing a really big sword it wouldnt even matter if anyone loved me or not
baby arctic fox tries to eat a man alive
I think I need this in my life.
I go to a women’s college. We have a walkway where bricks can be purchased by alumnae. Most just say names or class years/mascots. But this one. This one is special. It speaks to me.