where’s the train?


It was a long ass day,


which started last night when I went with my friend

Theresa to put her paintings up at the restaurant.



check her out ::  @theresamoher






I led 6am yoga class and it poured rain outside the whole time.

While closing the door to my backpack in the front seat,

I smoked my forehead on the frame.

Real hard.

Like, it’s still tender.




I went to work at 1oam


and came home to this at 10pm ::


Pancake and Miles


I’m not sure if anything was real in-between.


Except those bits of unconditional love.

God I hope those are real.


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