
writings and musings.


~ guns and apples
i think that if i just stay utterly silent utterly silent utterly silent
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some questions for inertia
how is it possible to run headlong at someone right in front of you and never reach their side?

paper cut.
The first thing I learned when I was born was to tough it out. Not to be tough. Just to tough it out. There’s a difference. God, there’s a difference.
The world is unfair, I learned. The world hurts sometimes. The world is, ultimately, forgiving, and eventually all tends to work itself out.
And so we tough it out.

luck.
Calico cats are lucky, you know. That’s what some people say, at least. That’s what this one is, I think. This one is lucky, and she’s lent one of her lives to the boy whose lap she’s perched on. She stays even though he can’t hold her while the nurses do their work. She stays even though every fiber of her instinct tells her she should run.

things i've been considering (12/21/24)
i hope that you see me
crossing the tracks
in the rain / umbrella-less
in the snow / hat-less
in the sun / shade-less
