life is like stringy spit.
As soon as you exit the womb, you dangle for as long as you can. Eventually you'll hit that drip mark, losing a part of yourself. Retracting everything you went out for.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
when I lived with Kyle, we had a shot glass on our bathroom counter we kept there. A small house spider made its home inside of it. Every night before I went to bed I would tell it; Good night Westley, Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely **** you in the morning.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC