a story
Vignette by us, inspired by the bus.
Harrold woke up and walked over to the window. He opened the shades and let the sunlight flow in, warming his soul like a bottle of milk. But then, Harrold realized that he didn't like the sun, or milk for that matter. He closed the shades, and he died.
now, what does this say about OUR souls?
in other news...
1. i am a fuck up
2. i won't be hungry for dinner
3. i redeemed my sense of direction, like woah
Harrold woke up and walked over to the window. He opened the shades and let the sunlight flow in, warming his soul like a bottle of milk. But then, Harrold realized that he didn't like the sun, or milk for that matter. He closed the shades, and he died.
now, what does this say about OUR souls?
in other news...
1. i am a fuck up
2. i won't be hungry for dinner
3. i redeemed my sense of direction, like woah