I’m 34. My best friend’s son is 9. My best friend is close to 38. It’s likely that we’re all more or less hyperactive, though I am the only one confirmed to be so. This is how it looks like when we have fun. My best friend does not like to be in pictures most Read on
That one had not been a year for feelings,
It had been a year for different things,
Dreams seldom come, as they once did,
There is no time for that right now.
This has been a year for just peeking out of the shell.
Showing a pretty picture, but no pearls yet inside,
And some things are best shelved for later.
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Another day in purgatory. Click through for more.
Two dinars a bag. Except that it would be literally nothing.
Inspired by the title of an article recommended to me by whatever algorithm is behind the Pocket app.
Beautiful birds on the kitchen balcony, earlier today.
A poem about being what they don’t think anybody should be. And living with it.