maybe i ought to end every unwelcome conversation from now on with “i’m going to bed now, i have grown tired of your shit.”

greet the beasts anyway; and give them names

when i was an awkward teen my dad would take me on walks along the beach. we’d talk the biggest load of crap but he was patient and knew i needed to offload a bunch of stuff. what he didn’t know was that he offered me a space that was to become my beacon and a lighthouse

if you read enough billboards on the motorway, you’ll believe anything