Internet speak has begun invading my normally conscientious grammar. It is alarming to my soul, and yet strangely satisfying.
Open Road and the Familiar are forever competitors and best friends.
THEY’RE POISON!
In my perfect world, there is always milk for cereal, and brothers never get arrested at protests.
Tomorrow, I’m dressing as a ninja for work.
The other side of the coin.
If only gaining a nemesis was this clean cut.
In my world, this is a huge compliment— seriously.
