Ten.Six Hundred & Ninety-Two
Is there a such thing as too many hugs.
I always get so nervous right before we begin.
She always tells me that she wishes I didn’t have to work on the weekends. The sting of mom guilt.
Why he needed to stick his head through the fence to eat the grass is beyond me. But aren’t we all curious about the things that are just out of reach?
It’s interesting how boundary-less some people are.
This is the first time but probabliy not the last time.
Is there a cheese that won’t make me break out? Because I really like cheese. I really want to eat a lot of cheese.
The way the ligt is hitting the hills. The way the vines roll across the hills. The way the birds fly overheard. Something about the light makes this view look like a vintage photo.
Why is it that when a woman expresses displeasure people look at her like she’s unstable. Maybe what she is is just tired. Maybe she actually just needs more help. Maybe it’s just gaslighting and aren’t women always getting lit?