fat fingers. fat fingered.
in a museum yesterday,
there was a message written about
rebuilding any broken bridges with family or friends.
i thought of my dad and said to myself, "not yet."
what i really meant was never.
About Me
- geethatghost
- WARshington, United States
- I love looking at photos for the nostalgia they make me feel. I love laughing to the point of tears and sore abs. I love finding new music and mentally adding it to the soundtrack of my life.
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