It's real.
Plaid blankets and white sheets
Eating kale chips and red wine
Since when do tweens wear that
I have never been so annoyed by a child in my life
The Diamond Lake
Too hot
My dad doesn't want to play golf with me
At least the steak was good
4 is the number. Always 3, or 5, or 7. It's ing me
Do not apply to mucus membranes
Have you seen Thelma & Louise
I still haven't assembled the file cabinet
Missing family potlucks
Picnic tables
It's not like me to
When the wood shortage hit I gathered hay and shipped the sheep
Neurosis and lake loons
In Maine listening
Through the bog I steered the canoe. Cupping blueberries
Please don't make me think it's never gonna happen
She's one of the world's greatest horn players
I can bike there. Through the farmland
I still haven't folded the laundry
Twisting cellophane veins
Mustard blanket drapes like water
Gray textured pillowcase
I want to surrender to you
It's a sign of maturity
It's true about the guinea pigs
Am I taking too much space
I graduate in five hours
There's less to remember when you don't go outside
I was moving so fast but I wasn't accelerated
Are you awake?
Ah fuck, they're playing catch
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