Letters I'll Never Send
Giving an Audience to your Inner Monologue
We are so different.
Or in this case different lashes for different asses. However as this is just a small snippet from the the greater font of knowledge that is my Self, I reckon we probably have plenty of other common ground for relatability should you feel the desire to breech other subjects.
Omg this is hilarious. Favorite one is that it feels like a dream we all have but don’t remember. FACTS lol.
This makes me think of that Ryan Gosling movie imagining this dream space before death called Stay. One of my favorites, but so sad.
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