No, I’ll never give you a shitty drawing. I’m better than that.
Have you ever heard the term bullet journal? Up until the spring of this year I hadn’t. And here I am in my eighth month of bullet journaling, delighted with the whole thing.
Should have realised that buying campy Christmas ornaments is a gateway drug, but I didn’t, and the whole thing just snowballed.
I think of you
as the memory of our love
shatters like a ceramic plate, suddenly