Sometimes, I need more than 140 characters.
"a little drunk on intuition, maybe taking things too far"
There are days I forget about Ned, but then something will remind me of him, and it’s just as hard as it was when it first happened. The edge has worn off, but in some ways, it’s harder. Because he hasn’t been here for seven months and that number will just keep getting bigger.
Because when your neighbors were racist assholes to your painting contractor and you can’t get into said apt because you can’t figure out the locks, the only thing to do is soak in the pool