my girl dinner is a sandwich that I made, it consists of obviously bread, then ranch, then Mayo, then Black Forest ham sandwich meat, sliced pickles (long ways), and a Colby Jack sandwich slice.

shits bussin and I’m not ashamed, I have yet to name the sandwich.

how I know that my dad still cares about me even though he’s tired from working swing shifts (that sometimes turn into graveyard shifts) is that I’ll bake a cake and the next morning most of it is gone.

I wake in my bed

silence, as it creeps in day

in my bed I stay

Dear god May it be that I can learn the most kinds of languages so that when people fuck around and find out, they’ll find their deepest horrors be spout from my tongue in hopes they do not heavily perish at what I speak.