owf wetness in your eyes when i told you ibith that memory of you
tut muscles of flesh enstrange my parabola
war fluid escapes my being, and i don't think about anything
cet with bodies unbeknownst to the greater god
tonsumed by grief, these walls around me sag
antalizing flesh
IS work as an engineer in a dream job scenario. At least I really thought this was my dream for a while. I’ve been working toward this for years. I’m actually quite a bit older than most entry level engineers in my position.o tired of everything
It is buried somewhere only I know, and even I’ve forgotten where. Does it matter? The leaves will turn yellow and orange and red, and then brown. Again. Winter will show up like an old friend. She will tell stories and forget the point. But I will adore her anyway.
Tout est parti d’une chose si bête : une robe courte. Pas vulgaire. Et quand bien même elle le serait depuis quand mon corps doit-il demander pardon d’exister ? Il y a les règles, les conventions, les regards, les sentences prononcées à demi-mot. Et tout ça m’épuise.