ceratopogonidae bites.

It sounds a little silly, but this showed me where I needed to go.

Without mental mutilation, our world will always be distraught and vulnerable to those who choose stones over pebbles, and the sea's moss over evergreen courses.
I said good-bye to the sea tonight while crying with the comfort of another whom I was comforting.

Hopper is still

Us as of late

Lately I've been drying Florida like its been drying me.

And pasta Sundays.