monotony shouts idle threats across the bow of a ship buried at the bottom of the sea.
somewhere down below, a wish (or a promise) is scrawled and bottled away. safe. for now.
protein powder and coconut milk for breakfast
chicken salad with feta
a little bit of fish which was gross and then an amazing baked sweet potato
stomach is trying to revolt on me.
"When my girlfriend and I fight, I tighten the top to every jar and bottle in the house"
- passive-aggressive gold medalist
