Beauty & Terror
I find it interesting that the actual second I start therapy again, the malaise pours over me like a sticky vat of molasses. At least it’s nothing new, I suppose. Rest in peace, you beautiful, shiny Bostonians.
I find it interesting that the actual second I start therapy again, the malaise pours over me like a sticky vat of molasses. At least it’s nothing new, I suppose. Rest in peace, you beautiful, shiny Bostonians.