There once was a glassblower who lived by the sea. In the daring years of his youth, the glassblower would pull all kinds of strange and wonderful shapes from out of colored glass. He blew neon spires ... [+]
today, everything clumsy
i think i’m doing Okay™ but
if i’m not overthinking there’s
too much empty space
i’m too far from my feelings
or something, it’s hard to explain
i haven’t touched anyone since
last week, someone in
west philly has a porch flag
of ariana grande, face pale
pink and upside down
jason texted me “i feel for you
and care about you”
with the two peanuts emoji
and that helped