Praying for a miracle. A baby with cancer…life is so horrific. What a terrible terrible parasite cancer is. I really hope the baby makes it and lives a happy healthy long life
around 75% of poems now are formally indistinguishable from tweets or tumblr posts. no group of people is less interested in language than contemporary poets
i want that really cliché friend group that takes long drives together, takes pictures of each other when they're not looking, goes on random picnics, and visits museums together. i want it so bad.