the real subtle art of not giving a fuck
i really don’t like stroganoff
my heart must be made of stone
but it wonders how long it has to pretend to be an ice cream cone
another draft, wcis
this is not fun.
The Unknown
one person will read this,
thanks.
winter sunsets
i come prepared.
proclivity
my mama always told me i should douse my own home before anyone else’s
here we go again
truth in volume
wishes
hold my heart
zones
here in this room
flowers
There was never any definition for reality