Stay calm and nobody loses a rubber ducky
The vacuum is roaring because it’s happy to see me.
Prideful accidents lead to bashful confessions
Growing up and growing strong. Can’t help but feel those happy tears in my soul
Reminding myself to breathe through the pain so as not to pass it on to my loved ones
I love gifts until I become attached to them and am forced to confront theirs and my own eventual decay
Anger derived from fear does not detract that it is still anger
No spiders in sight but lots of webs
No frozen yogurt, a day on the ranch, and then an evening of capital-based anxiety
How can I fight for myself when you won’t even give me time to swing?
Funny how my anger is never about what I’m busy being angry with
Thinking about how I’m lucky enough not to be as sad as I was, but present enough to know I’m still sad
I pretty much pulled an all-nighter…
Monkey brain go oo oo ah!
I was wrong and I’ll admit it. That doesn’t make me any more happier, though
God damn I feel bad for so many different reasons
Way of the angry dad trying to be better
Using words to reveal anger as a mask of sadness as a mask of shame
A shift between rigid and gaseous to promote impermanence and its beauty
The lovely bustle of an early Saturday