Getting By With Pop-Tarts
Pop-Tarts … I wanted them for their medicinal qualties.
Pop-Tarts … I wanted them for their medicinal qualties.
A troubling can be a group of Koi fish; or people who use hate filled words. Words always matter.
My heartbeat, a staccato thrum of typewriter keys, leads me to kindred souls.
I want the blush of newborn. The velvet of rose petals. There’s nothing gentle about it. My best badass self is alive.
What I didn’t expect (duh) was how much he would grow.
When I needed a photograph, I had to hand the process to someone else.