Above The Earth
35 thousand feet. trapped in an average cycledar sitting next to mom. she’s mexican. her daughter is laying sideways on the wall with the window. there is a beautiful married woman sitting one row and across the flight attendants runway
Above The Earth
35 thousand feet. trapped in an average cycledar sitting next to mom. she’s mexican. her daughter is laying sideways on the wall with the window. there is a beautiful married woman sitting one row and across the flight attendants runway
Chicago Knows
My dearest raccoon, i don’t really know who “they” is. i don’t really know what collective of people are the group we all quote, all the mother fucking time. but it’s true, you know what they say, Chicago knows. this
Chicago Knows
My dearest raccoon, i don’t really know who “they” is. i don’t really know what collective of people are the group we all quote, all the mother fucking time. but it’s true, you know what they say, Chicago knows. this
Lines and Their Drawn Characteristics
Even when the lights have faded and the singularity of them have a possibility of conscienceless conscience, there still seems to be a silence. The weight of such is a thoughtless pain i feel when you’re gone. It isn’t a
Lines and Their Drawn Characteristics
Even when the lights have faded and the singularity of them have a possibility of conscienceless conscience, there still seems to be a silence. The weight of such is a thoughtless pain i feel when you’re gone. It isn’t a
Protected: No Fault From Russia
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Protected: Sex
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Quite Thoughts
Friends, “You’re pushing it buddy.” My conscience reveals to me my deficiencies. The night is quite, minus the audio of a couple curping birds and nonstop cricket violinists with a scattered passerby in a metal automotive. An old to-do list
Quite Thoughts
Friends, “You’re pushing it buddy.” My conscience reveals to me my deficiencies. The night is quite, minus the audio of a couple curping birds and nonstop cricket violinists with a scattered passerby in a metal automotive. An old to-do list
Salt Water
the waves crash i lick my lips and I taste the salt the piled rocks jab into my back and ass as I feel the heat from the sun heating my jacket as it’s hood covers my eyes from the
Salt Water
the waves crash i lick my lips and I taste the salt the piled rocks jab into my back and ass as I feel the heat from the sun heating my jacket as it’s hood covers my eyes from the
