dear sun

Man I remember when I was a kid and my mom would take me to the library and I'd come out with a stack of books like a foot+ tall - sometimes the librarians had to override the computer which told us we were checking out Too Much. And I'd get home and I'd plow through like three four five six chapter books in an afternoon and then I'd emerge for dinner only to go back for one more book, which I was still up reading two hours past bedtime and like damn those were the days huh.

Goddamn throwback to when I had an attention span

“disappointed, but not surprised” has been my biggest mood this year.

You know what’s really hot? Not having to guess someone’s feelings or intentions