Odwallalala

id have to say listening to jack johnson in the swept roads, trailing tendrils of grayish snow so tenderly die into the ditches, muddied with snow those sides of the roads. seeing you in Big Y and being able to look back on last year with fondness. drinking Odwalla which will forever remain my favorite. how you offered your silver discount coin to the man ahead of you and his face and entire body language blushed with unchecked gratitude. and not being behind in work... yet. study long and did i mention every single person i texted or talked to on the phone today made me smile? im so lucky

You could watch it instead

From the comfort of your burning beds

…Or you can sleep through the static