Tomorrow I will really be mid 40s, and you know what? I realize I’m good with that. It’s been overall a really good year, and a good decade of life thus far. Oh, there are things I would still change in my life, those ‘if I knew then, what I know now’ moments, but I …
Monthly Archives: September 2017
Eight years gone
My dearest Squish; Eight fucking years. Hell, baby, I thought I wasn’t going to get to 8 hours, 8 days, 8 weeks without you. I know you come around sometimes. Thanks. It does keep me going at times, when I need that little reminder that it wasn’t all in my head, and what we had …
As always, the 3rd is for hate
I hear you there in the dark spaces, screaming of what you would do if let out of the carefully compartmentalized corners I have placed you in. You raged loose at the world threatening that if you could not have all things beautiful than no one could, oh the hateful things I have heard you …
Psychoterrierpy 