#737: Love Is...

Love is when you have your finger jambed firmly up inside your nostril, because you forgot that you weren't alone in the room, and your partner turns, looks directly at you, and says I love you, as though that glob of snot you have showing doesn't even exist.

If My Body Were A Pop Stand

#736: Unthinkable Things Realized, Or Rather, Thinkable Things Realized Despite Their General Unlikelihood