time to bake something! sure hope there won’t be dishes once i’m finished!

I personally think it’s time for a tattoo

it must be crazy to hit against a pitcher you used to catch. we're still 60 feet 6 inches apart but everything looks different now. I know all your secrets but you know I know all your secrets so will you make new decisions and will I anticipate you making them? will you expect me to expect to you change things up and so you'll keep everything the same? what if I know exactly what's coming and I still can't hit it? what if you know exactly what I think is coming and you still can't get me out? do I tell you when you're tipping your pitches? do I tell you I don't like the game your catcher is calling? this didn't used to be so complicated. do I tell you anything at all??

one of the saddest things is when someone in your family tells you you would've loved someone who died before you were born. like my mother has told me & my best friend that we would have loved talking to her father. that me & my brothers have the same humor as our late uncle & even look like him. everyone is everywhere & nowhere & here & gone & dying & coming back. it's as though you know them through their shadow or their ghost or your own actions, but you won't ever really know. haunts me, i guess

they should invent a way to read in bed that's comfortable

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