the phrase "lipstick on a pig" has always inspired a deep sadness in me. I think of the pig, looking forward to her big night out, and I bring myself to the verge of tears.
i didnt believe in miracles or a higher power until my coworker told me "im gonna need to use sign language today, i can sense it" then proceeded to spend 3 hours telling me about how she got rabies as a kid and ripped the IV out of her arm and then a def customer walked in.
I am supine suntanning naked in the yard. My phone rings. It’s my basil guy. “The plants just came in,” he says. “They’re coming off the truck right now. Four different species.” I bolt upright. “You’re kidding,”
in your twenties you're going to experience a sudden shift in your parents behavior to be more kind and supportive towards you that for some unknown reason couldn't have come earlier despite their past behavior contributing to your deeply troubling mental issues they disregarded