i’m imagining all the dead musicians jamming out together in heaven. it sounds like shit! there are too many of them singing. the voices sound bad together. terrible! glad they’re dead so we don’t have to hear it!
moment of genuine kinship with the man who noticed me applying lip chap while bagging my groceries as he took out his lip chap and applied as he walked by
truly the most genuine moment of compassion with a strange man has been when he met my eyes and motioned his lip chap in a cheers motion. forever my brother in arms
think i might be lonely











