My Cardboard Balcony

Instead of the usual introspection or throwaway guttural noises in textual form, allow me to share an observation: When I look at the stretch marks on my belly, and I have gained some weight during the pandemic, they sort of look like two hands both flipping the bird in an abstract way. Because fuck your beauty standards. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

Autofill (Again) by Belinda Roddie I can't believe you've done this. I can't imagine a world with you gone. I can't comprehend anything. I can't explain how I'm feeling. I can't tell you why. I can't say goodbye to say. I can't think straight. I can't I can't I can't

Remember This by Belinda Roddie Black history is not just one month. It's all year.