Pizza and Other Unexpected Delights
With a soundless slap, the pizza was on my windshield.
With a soundless slap, the pizza was on my windshield.
The Chocolate Cookie Crumble is the Mocha Cookie Crumble without the coffee, and the Double Chocolatey Chip is the Java Chip without the coffee. They have all been placed into C tier for this confusion alone.
This is often our dichotomy: me with my mane of curly brown-red hair in bright, patterned pastiche; them with their almost-black shag and layers of black jackets.
Sin, in other words, might be where the rubber meets the road.
Tucked into a sea of love and joy is an entire character dedicated to grumpiness.
I wonder if two-year-olds can feel lonely.
As if I was meant to absorb the classics in the womb.
Aware the world cannot grant safety, Black love fashions its own shelter.
It’s comforting really, to know that even our greatest achievements will blend into the soil that others will stand on.
I think about saying “bedankt” after ordering but chicken out.