Everything Looms
This coming week will see me spread so thin across the spiky demands of class, scholars, and self-routine that something somewhere is going to be punctured. I am just hoping it's nothing too vital.
What the fuck. I want summer in my hands, full and heavy in my palm, dripping lush and fat and good through my fingers. I don't care how fast I let it slip away between the cracks, I want it now and I've never been very good at patience.
What the fuck. I want summer in my hands, full and heavy in my palm, dripping lush and fat and good through my fingers. I don't care how fast I let it slip away between the cracks, I want it now and I've never been very good at patience.