Stand back and be amazed.

The adventures of a girl named Liz.

Is it weird to have separation anxiety when someone borrows a book from you and you don’t get it back immediately?

It’s that time and that place and that song, and you remember what it was like when you were in that place. And then you listen to that song, and you know you’re not in that place anymore, and it makes you feel hollow. You can’t just go find that stuff again.

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This cosmic dance of bursting decadence and withheld permissions twists all our arms collectively, but if sweetness can win, and it can, then I’ll still be here tomorrow to high-five you yesterday, my friend. Peace.

—The Tart Toter