Friday, November 26, 2021
Wrong to believe
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun don’t ever shine
Monday, November 22, 2021
“I feel like you were barely home.”
Sunday, November 21, 2021
i’ve entered into a very dark place
why do we use the same hands that we pray with, to beat off meat behind closed doors?
the truth is, we all think we are the main character of a story, but unfortunately, we are just disposable specks never meant to be known outside of our own narcissistic lives.