flowers are so fractured when winter hits. ice so cold, it could freeze a fire. but we are making it through, as we always do, finding time to craft a rowboat just so we can get over it.
it's the summer wind and empty air that always leaves me fainting.
i flew ten thousands miles away to find my skeletons have not yet disintegrated and my brain is a mess. separated by barriers that required an infinite amount of day labor and i haven't even gotten my lemonade break yet. kiss me.