Day 349: i was her looove she was my queen, and now a thousand years betweeeeen

a nun gave me a tangerine if i promised to consider entering the convent (is that even how you say that?)

anyone who's anyone knows i can't eat tangerines because they smell like dead people.

like seriously.

my mom made my sister and i kiss my great-grandfather in his casket and i am eternally scarred.

never will i suckle on a "living reflection from a dream"

great post.

you're welcome.