For when there’s no fight left in you. 


When you are weary and you need your soul to rest.



When your breath no longer feels at home and has to fight past your rib cage to be free.

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My favourite thing

I have very few favourite things.

(This sentence doesn’t make sense because there can only be one best thing as the word “best” implies so similarly there can only be one favourite thing but lemme get out of my head for a moment.)

While one of those favourite things is to find two adjacent parking lots and pretend I reverse parked.

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