i didnt realize it was 75 degree outside in boston until i checked my app. it smells like im. in the middle of an arboretum; the dumpsters still live right below. i throw a wet pillow into the sun so she can dry , eventually, and because we work together. i shove a fluffy branch, green with the pinochio noses, into a hanging plastic skeleton everyone's just started to notice. i have to contend with the fact that good weather and good things come and go, that it might just have to keep...there's still water on the bin with bird seed. i can wear a long sleeve shirt under his sweatshirt and not sweat,i even slept like this. my alarm went off early and i was able to convince myself nothing like that was real, for some more hours.
a season behind me that i couldn't squeeze like an orange. a soccer game years ago, i guess i wasn't too good then either. the sun might be my best friend. not everybody's always going to understand what i say. jumper.
change different from death because there's stuff you can actually take with you. a whole season without baking, or cooking really. we haven't been to the lake yet. we're supposed to wake up early on sunday.
the outside changed faster than i did and now i have to greet her anew. hello i am kate.
loveits like i was adopted. and learned the sun sets on my balcony at an angle so that i may sit and have my hair dried by its rays.