I’m writing dark on light tonight instead of my usual bright on black…and now I’ve stopped that shit. Oh, sweet Jesus that’s better!
John could make his face smile without turning up the corners of his mouth or flashing his white teeth. He wore his black hair military-short which kept his greying temples a secret at a distance.
Jane would have made a great Hippie had she not been born in the late 80s. You wanted to see her in a peasant dress and hemp sandals; you expected ribbons mixed with her straight brown hair. Instead you’d most often find her wearing a babydoll tee with the Bat Signal or a Rubik’s Cube on the chest, low-rise cargos, bare feet, and a streak of pink dyed into her bangs.
139 words on day 618