brain: i want to deactivate my account
heart: stop calling me that
11,780 cans of beans on the wall…
You’re not alone. You have an ecosystem of microorganisms on your skin.
When I need a dose of logic and rational thinking I turn to my dog who has to this day never cut her own bangs.
teacher: what would you like to do when you grow up?
teacher: Poe, try
remains to be seen, not heard
me: when… when… when!
life: *continues grating*
Why do they call it the good book and not the almighty wrighty?
Sometimes I’m sandpaper and sometimes I’m chapstick and sometimes I’m bad at metaphors.
Nomads were like well there goes the neighborhood.