i observe men in silence, how they leave plates on dining room tables, how they slam doors, how they take up whole couch with legs sprawled and lounging arms, how they do not filter speech, too confident, too loud. voices always violent, everything a war.
blue-flavored candy is always the best flavor of candy like what the fuck. blue raspberries aren’t even a thing. we’re literally eating the color blue as a flavor and it’s fucking magical.
