At a crisp 7 am this morning, I popped three biscuit cans in succession. It was scary, but I was resolute in becoming bigger than my fear — one spontaneously combusting can at a time.
some communication feels real and some feel fake
• picture IG dms are fake, but texted pictures are real
• instagram DMs are fake, but twitter DMs are real
• missed calls are fake, but missed FTs are real
thanks! hope that makes sense 😘
if y'all think I talk too much on Twitter, know that this page is merely a tRickle a tiny stream leaking from the dam that is my boyfriend's text inbox
he very bravely takes the brunt force of my thoughts on an hourly basis