who fucking litters. why do i ever see litter. who thinks that’s okay. who. who NEEDS to throw their fast food bag out the fucking window instead of waiting until they get somewhere with a trashcan. what kinda clown behavior. get fucked.
Espresso, flowers and plenty of space to write seems to be all I need at the moment. There’s a lot of anxiety pent up in me about what will happen in the coming months—I’m sure it’s the same for everyone—but I’m trying to channel that into making things.