the shards of my soul this book illuminates were meant to stay dark.
what are you. why are you. how are you.
A possum broke into an Australian bakery and ate so many pastries it couldn’t move. This is how they found him.
I live for this post
I think about this a lot.
I’ve been a little more courageous lately in social settings and I’m pretty sure it’s because my online presence is affirmed when I’m safely and comfortably behind my computer screen—and that shit is starting to seep into me always.
And that’s cool.
I am a team player.