when the night's turning softly into day
i whistle while i work. tomorrow is a day of new beginnings, but right now the day is the same as so many others. squinting in the shade. writing in shapes. pushing a caboose. then running to catch up to the locomotor.
I think it’s funny that people who treat you like shit get offended when you finally do the same to them
im having one of those unattractive days
i mean years
im having one of those unattractive lives..
*looks in the mirror*
what the fuck is that
