I can’t fix the damages, but I am glad to have tried.

Eventually the lure of a clam bake drew him away from the castle, and the lure of running along the jetty called me away.

When it was time to return my mother to East Matunuck State Beach, Eric joined to help say goodbye.

“I can fix the damages” he kept repeating under his breath. A mantra that I echoed. “I can fix the damages” we said together. Separately. I can fix the damages.

I build a seawall out of sand, and as the waves came in to return the structure to a flat surface, Eric would come by with wet sand to cement it all back together.

Is that the dream though? To be the full size candy bar and weed gummy house?

All day every day.

I also have child sized feet and all my sneakers are SO much cuter *and* cheaper.

Oh Comely - Neutral Milk Hotel

www.youtube.com/watch?v=DXSY...

Oh my way to scratch that chin.

Cats and selfies with cats, plz and thank you.

“I just got a banana!”

Fuck yeah you did, Smol. Fuck yeah you did.

There's a lot of "do I reinstate your GSR with the understanding it might get pulled tomorrow" and this is no way to live.