Caroline. Mumbles. Spark of light deep down in the ground. Full of fire, subject to change.
Stimie tells me I bareknuckle box the horizon.
1993, she, her
poetry • photography • music • art
Consider this: me as your girlfriend.
shoutout to people working weekends and overnights and overtime, people working in hospitality and retail and food service, who are sacrificing time with their loved ones, so fuckers with weekday desk jobs get to live comfortably with the amenities we provide while simultaneously shitting all over us for not getting “real jobs”