So as I sit here and droop my toes over the end of my bed frame,
and watch my fish blow orbs to the ceiling,
despite the tranquility,
I feel myself sinking.
Silence is drowning.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
So as I sit here and droop my toes over the end of my bed frame,
and watch my fish blow orbs to the ceiling,
despite the tranquility,
I feel myself sinking.
Silence is drowning.
my fish just looked cute
