“She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you’re swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water’s deeper than you think and there’s nothing there.”—Julia Gregson
“I mean if I don’t answer
I don’t answer, and the reason is
that I am not yet ready to kill you
or love you, or even accept you,
it means I don’t want to talk.
I am busy, I am mad, I am glad
or maybe I’m stringing up a rope.”—Charles Bukowski
You pick me up and take me home again Head out the window again We’re hollow like the bottles that we drain You drape your wrist over the steering wheel Pulses can drive from here We might be hollow, but we’re brave
Today I saw some old buddies and then went to the Port Stevens cat rescue and donated cat food and toys and played with 6 kittens that are 2 weeks old and were abandoned and patted about 17 other cats and omg cats
Last night i had a dream that me and some of my old friends were riding horses through some forest and when we got to this swamp thing these two dragon snake creatures started attacking me and ripping me up and my FRIENDS ditched me because they thought it was too depressing watching me being killed by these metaphorical swamp dragons and if that isn’t the most symbolic dream i’ve ever had, i’ll eat my hat.