More you might like
slowly but surely receiving the fruits of my labor :-)
stress
i am so fucking stressed.
skin is so bad
no social life
deteriorating mental health
poor diet
h
e
l
p
me
polymer
timid
Ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.
Brian Andreas, Story People: Selected Stories & Drawings of Brian Andreas (via suspend)