Something Is Twisting Around My Ribs And Gripping My Tongue. It's Sitting In My Throat. I Can See It,

Keep all your writing. Keep that bad fanfic you wrote when you were 12. Keep that essay you wrote junior year of high school. Keep those poems you wrote for her. Keep it all. Keep it all.

I wish I had infinite cookie

And why do I remember it? It wasn't remarkable. It wasn't special. It was just a moment, maybe eight, nine seconds. And yet it remains. Why is this what I remember? I forget everything. My memory is hazy and foggy. I can't think straight. It's so hard for me. I try so hard to remember things I need. Things I want. Things I love. Why can't I forget this? Why do I cling to it?

damn. Severe bummer inDEED y'all

damn. Severe bummer

It was a gift from my sister

I think my biggest toxic trait is acting like I deserve the Nobel Prize for showing up to a class I literally pay to be in

Nothing like the horror of realizing your middle school writing is forever on the internet. Anywho. Moving right along.

So it goes, I suppose

There’s something inherently romantic about being pictured together on a billboard for a law firm

Subway has no right to smell that good