Call me j. alfred prufrock I guess because I have also 1.) wondered “do I dare” and turned back to descend the stair, and 2.) measured out my life with coffee spoons. Also I am a Fool
no one tell mary oliver i’m spending my one wild and precious life hunched over in front of a laptop with my little ice hat on and my little sun lamp pointed toward me, popping my little excedrins
[me telling my story how I survived a plane crash and lived on a deserted island for a year] it was crazy
[friend who once got a text from me where I accidentally called the grinch the grink] was the grink there?