something about nothing:
you know, the real tree branches just
don't strectch as far as your arms.
you know, one day i'll be able to get
that cow into my bedroom, up the stairs
with a trail of grass and cupcakes, and he'll
eat grass off my pink bedsheets and i'll
take some awesome photos.
i like to write footones because nobody reads them:
i love you. i love you like nothing i've ever loved before.
i love you forever and i won't be able to tell
you that anytime soon.
i love you i lvoe you i love you.
my cats are sleepiong on thecouch. and i am
writing away words fro my heart. and no way
des ,my head have anythig to do with this. becaseu
as you say, we should defy logic.
logic is insignificant.
is an even number.
i shall evn this on seven. because seven is un
even, and uneven number are pefect in everyway.
and your flaws define you no matter what they are
and no one can be perfect so why why wastwe your
time trying? there is a wolf at the door, but im
ignoring him. he rings the doorbell, but it makes
no noise in my eyes.