the domestic life poetry When the week ends, I arrive home, eager not for bars and beers but for you and sweatpants. 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’m glad you don’t wear sweatpants every day. even if they have cargo pockets, it still betrays a morbid outlook on life.
discovering sweat-shorts has revolutionized my life. AMAZING – make sure they have pockets tho… the pocketless ones are a huge letdown
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i’m glad you don’t wear sweatpants every day. even if they have cargo pockets, it still betrays a morbid outlook on life.
discovering sweat-shorts has revolutionized my life.
AMAZING – make sure they have pockets tho… the pocketless ones are a huge letdown