I can't keep track of each fallen robins.


“I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean But I shall be good health to you nonetheless And filter and fibre your blood.” - Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself"


"I Don’t Know If This is a Date or Not": A Brief History of Dinners


I’m on a juice cleanse and my boss decided to send me out to get gift cards from every fucking restaurant in the city today.