Author: Meghan Tennison

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you’re stupid. holes are burned into your brain forever. By Meghan Tennison “you’re in a wrong place,” you said to me i don’t think i’m

untitled as “my kitchen” By Meghan Tennison 1. icecream container full of rotten lettuce and oranges 2. mildew-supported sink with thawing porkchops sitting on its