or maybe joy
bliss vs. joy - compare and contrast
second chances (and/or lack thereof)
bob mould: two car rides, 25 years apart
joy again, and it's relationship with stability
the size of my ribcage and its ability to contain it all
self-expression and the challenge therein
the smell of the night in new england in the summer and its relationship to my soul
being seen/not being seen
the baby, the baby, the baby, the baby, the baby, the baby, the baby
imaginary kissing at an imaginary party, furtive and strange, and how it would be a mistake
are all mistakes mistakes?
nostalgia for pregnancy
Eric and Tammy Taylor
how will my son ever understand how much I love him?
every day is like Sunday. every day is silent and gray.
Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N
i actually am quite a romantic