i need a too short skirt and a spaghetti strap tank top. and a crocheted scarf and tights with rips in the knees. i need fingerless gloves and canned green beans, and i need leg warmers and doc martens that don’t give me blisters. i need to pay the gas bill, i need to check the mail, i need to cook something for a potluck but all we have are three fingerling potatoes and angel hair pasta. i need to write music! i need to make art! i need to clean under my bed! i need to sing at a louder volume! i need to shower! i need to calm down. i need to buy soy sauce.
Friday, January 31, 2025
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quick poems based on phoebe bridgers new album song titles pt 5
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