From My Brain to Yours

we sit on the brink we really don't think i try not to blink, something pops my brain doesn't shrink but i can't sleep a wink don't leave me alone with my thoughts there's something beginning, a game that's worth winning, a wave that'll trouble the water and inside i'm spinning, but outside i'm grinning, i'm someone's invincible daughter so i take a drink i skate at the rink and i search for a new, bluer sky i can't find a link the sky's turning pink and the sun won't stop stinging my eye

I’ve got to go get her a turtleneck sweater  a turtleneck sweater is all it can be but a turtleneck sweater’s not for a bedwetter  this gift’s not for one who past bedtime will pee so if she’s a bedwetter, the gift I will fetter till one comes along who’s more suited than she  to this turtleneck sweater, but then I had better go get her a nice Other Gift that’s from me.

I've recently reached the hair milestone of being able to wear it in braids, so I have hair length on the mind, and having had almost every conceivable hair length, I feel I am more than qualified to give my opinions on the subject. Let me familiarize you with my hair timeline, beginning with the Great Reset of 2014. In June of 2014, I was graduating from middle school, and I wanted to look good. Naturally, this meant curling my hair. I had seen on YouTube somewhere that a good way to ensure that your pin-straight, flat, textureless hair held curls was to put hairspray onto your hair before you curled it. Now, hearing this, I'm sure you can instantly recognize it as a spectacularly bad and even dangerous idea, but in all my 13-year-old naïveté, I didn't question it one bit. As you can imagine, taking a curling iron to strips of hair coated in whatever the hell they use to make hairspray was deeply damaging to my hair; in fact, it immediately fused the ends of my hair togeth...