write. write. write. whisper soft, like a feather in the night, like touching something – someone – valuable, like your big, brutal hands may break it or take away its softness like sandpaper roughing up its surface and what’s rough on the surface isn’t all gooey inside, that’s a lie to make the...
The Only Competition I Care About
by
Alisha C. R. Swartz
- May 12, 2018
You know how everyone has one really weird and absurd obsession that everyone else thinks is kinda strange? Come on, stop pretending I know at the back of your mind you're thinking of the Great British Bake Off or the Bachelor or something like that. Anyways, today I wanna tell you about my...