He sat on the peeling hood of the car, breathing the frigid air that stung if he took too much of it in. The fog had oozed in about 40 minutes ago, dampening sight and sound. It made him nervous. Every so often, green light flashed faintly on the ground, telling him the stoplight had changed again, and he was methodically counting the flashes of color. Thirty. The counting kept his mind off the painful numbness, a poetic and idiotic oxymoron, he decided, biting its way through his fingers. Thirty one.
Tanner Perez 


the floor is a shelf for everything

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waking up on the beach is honestly one of the greatest sights ever.


i just said hi to someone and they didn’t hear me i’m never trying that again

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5441 by MICHAE L