musings from a famous anus
musings from a famous anus
Only a fool could deny that there are many kinds of love.
There are the ones that give us valuable hindsight,
Hindsight.
Many of us hope it’s the gift we’ll earn after our pain begins to dissipate. Hindsight comes after an amorphous period of time brings tangible closure to our pain.
After I was discharged from the hospital I slept 13 hours in my apartment and woke up to the sounds of my mom cleaning.
It’s 7:12 a.m. on Groundhog Day. I haven’t even tamed my morning boner yet and my phone has vibrated off the bed and onto the ground.
