you know this is the only place i have left to go. So instead of leaving all i can do is sit here and hate you.
What if clouds and lakes switched spots and every time you looked up you’d see waves being pulled by the moon and we’d wade through the clouds on a hot day. What if birds grew grass and the ground grew feathers. What if flowers were as tall as trees and trees as small as flowers.
I’ll have whatever he’s having.
i’ll have 2 of whatever he’s having