Work-A-Day Pooms, Vol. 1
Plus I’ve never maintained any sort of consistent writing practice and might’n’t that be nice?
Plus I’ve never maintained any sort of consistent writing practice and might’n’t that be nice?
We need to know your end of life plan for when the obituary drops.
I wish I was a Bene Gesserit witch.
We wanted to taste everything the restaurant had to offer.
I kept making comments to my friends about when I was back on my feet I’d take them out to dinner. They’d say sure with a face that clearly suggested they expected no such thing from me.
Pain meant you were doing Christianity right.
I was born a few weeks early. So, I’ve been making up for it in five- and ten-minute increments ever since.
I wish that loneliness were linear—I feel lonely in new ways, and old ones too.
Let’s roll that one back, king.
And I think it may have healed a piece of myself.