My wrist has been hurting for a little while now.
I don’t know what it is. All I know is that if I’m not able to play in my school’s spring concert, I might die.
I just got home from getting my new guitar.
I already lost all of the picks I bought.
My mom just got back from taking my cat to the animal shelter.
And so we tap on, alveolars against the ridge, borne voicelessly into the air.
Next week, I’ll be buying a guitar.
Probably a Squier.
It’s all I’ll be able to afford
My parents being happy never fails to terrify me
Mi papá tiene 47 años= my dad is 47 years old
Mi papa tiene 47 anos= my potato has 47 assholes
I love spanish
My mom made cream cheese and guava empanadas and oh my god
oh my god