i don’t mind the sun sometimes the images it shows i can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies you never know just how to look through other people's eyes
walking around my dad with barely barely healed scars because he insisted on washing all of my already clean clothes? and without telling me? and now i have no long sleeves or pants that aren’t in the wash!!!!! wtf!!!!!!!!!!