Inner Kingdom

I had known I needed the trip to Vermont because of the rate at which I’d been lying this past month. Lies of all sizes

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“You are going to hell, and we all are,” said a random homeless person on the subway.

I am not gay, but I am a gay puppet for Bad Bunny.

You left me because you hated your mother.

You’ve met me at a weird time in my life.

“I am not an animal,” Regina muttered as foam hit the screen.

A white horse wearing a silver-gilded helmet with large white tufted feathers sticking out of it and matching epaulettes will still stink.