Today I messed around with my social media accounts so everything matches with the same profile picture and name – except for this domain, of course, but how could I not and wouldn’t you? I’m forty-three fucking years old. I go to therapy every week in part to hear my therapist tell me over and over...

Before we spent hundreds of sleepovers together, there were games of musical chairs and run rover; we were children together. We were awkward adolescents tent camping in your backyard so your parents wouldn’t bother us, we peed in the woods, we used your tennis rackets to see if we could swat bats out of the sky....

neither of us were ever good,and neither of us had anything but bad intentions, and maybe at the very least, decency, buteven that could be argued. he was no summit to reachor prize to win, but i can see how people might see otherwise,and it doesn’t matter whetheri say it or not because no one will...

the sky isn’t trying to put on a showwith its cotton candy colors, it doesn’tneed to reach to be impressive, likethe need i have to be seen by you it just is what it is and everyone loves itand it’s beautiful, so why not go big? why not, when the time is passingso quickly we get...