laughing at a funeral is like
reading a microwave oven manual before bed is like
crying in your sleep
synthesized drum kits are like
nail polish bottles with beating hearts are like
cap’n crunch for dinner is like
library books you keep
raining in the nighttime is like
leaving the house with the door unlocked is like
writing down a poem that doesn’t rhyme so nicely is like
(you) and (me)
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Hope you like the poem! In other news, 15 days until autumn! Who's excited? TF and I drank pumpkin spice lattés on the first day they started being sold again at Starbucks. I hung one of my cinnamon-scented pinecones from my rearview mirror. It's fantastic. So. That's what I've been up to.
Also, I got an olive green jacket. In the spirit of things.
I hope you're having a lovely almost-autumn. Did I already wish that for you in a previous post? Probably.
What I'm listening to right now: Touches You by Mika
xo,
SF
Also, I got an olive green jacket. In the spirit of things.
I hope you're having a lovely almost-autumn. Did I already wish that for you in a previous post? Probably.
What I'm listening to right now: Touches You by Mika
xo,
SF
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