This is not a post.

Well, guess what. My words don't work. I keep thinking the words, "neon cats," and I don't know why. Neon cats.

Also, apparently 16-17 year old honors track students don't know what "prose" is. Neon cats.

Technically, it's still summer, so technically I can still pull the whole "sunglasses-instead-of-eye-make-up" number, right? Neon cats.

Happy school. I'm going to throw up soon. Neon cats.

I mustache you a question. Neon cats.

All my love,

Addy

...neon cats?

Mariner's revenge.

You leave me feeling less empty. Because two hands and two hearts and two heads are better than one empty hand and one lonely heart and one heavy head with no shoulder to sleep on.


"Cardiac arrest over something important is better than sheer boredom over nothing at all."
All my love,
Addy