sashaisme
That word always reminds me of prisons. "Insert criminal here was sentenced to blah blah years in prison for committing blah crime."
knock knock.
who's there?
nobody.
i open the door, and the voice was right - there really was nobody on my doorstep. then all of the leaves on the bush in my front yard fell off.
running his fingers through his friends's soft, thick, curly blonde hair. half asleep, after school. it's not even six yet and it's almost totally dark.
I think i spent a lot of time sleeping at my grandpa's when he was sick because i was fatigued. Something about having to be there every weekend up until about october just made me so exhausted.