we are all such submarines
Monthly Archives: March 2025
held together with duct tape
It’s not good to let people weasel around the system we have
I love strangers picking at my scabs
The sadness is so real
Life. I don’t remember the point.
Private lives are a relic of a time gone by
Darkness is the absence of light
Everyone wants to rule the world
water is a sentient being
My life is a hashtag 