Hollifer

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling

always hilarious the lengths mammal moms will go to to retrieve a nearly-grown child from a situation of their own making. get back here

Healthy people will never understand what a massive achievement it is to do your laundry AND cook yourself a meal in one day.

Maybe if I just work harder, this empty cup will pour again

Maybe the cup needs a bit of time to rest and refill?

Maybe the cup needs to lock the fuck in???