tired.
deaf.
pained.
stiff.
breathing the fumes of detergent soaking a dirtied sink.
sick of the word is.

that clock to fucking-
-touch the tips of her shoulders with the sun until they chap and crinkle and shed anew, letting baby skin breath and break through

to hear the sand sprinkle across the ground like dust bunnies fly through children's closets after they come home, grown by the tests of time.

discovers plurk again for the first time in a long time.

sings: little wet tears on your baby's shoulder, little wet tears on your baby's shoulder.

my heart is very absent from my TE 3 and this could be a problem.

byeeeeee

if anyone is awake right now

there are way too many drunk students walking around tonight.

a quitter.