It is August, you are not in my life
Thank god.
I think of you sometimes
I am seized by a flash of memory
- enveloping, fluffy
You are comfy.
Haha, I had a moment the other day where I was thinking about tattoos, and when I went to get mine. I remembered the awkward position I had to lay in, and then spent a good five minutes trying to figure out what I used as a pillow. As I remembered it was my winter jacket, I had a surge of nostalgia for wearing it. Am I the only one who secretly relishes the days cold enough to wear a zip-up duvet outside?
This isn't a wish for winter! DO NOT HURRY YOURSELF, SIR.
But at least there will be that comfy joy awaiting me in the endless runny noses and numb toes.
winter is a man?
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