Would you believe they put a dong on the moon?
When we search for “ourselves” in the eyes of...
every day= happy colon
I dreamed I was about to drown with a group of people in the ocean. I shark got hooked on a snake-ring that I was wearing on my index finger, and pulled me deeper under water. The ring slipped off and I managed to re-surface, only to be pummeled by more waves. I made it to the shore, and watched as everything was flooding around me. Then a little boy handed me a stone carving, of a native...
ah, I remember my Sylvia Plath phase too… I also painted my nails black and pretended to hate everything and that I was better than everyone.