the state of sorry poetry just north of guilt i bought a summer home with hopes of a place to run when you’re filled with angry but you send me there more than i could have fathomed Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
I like this a lot. felt like I should get myself a summer home too probably somewhere southwest of guilt…
I like this a lot. felt like I should get myself a summer home too probably somewhere southwest of guilt…