Goodnight Day 4. Thank-you for existing.
Love is an infinite power.
(the tea bag once said this to me, and I was like, cool, but what does the even mean? And the tea just sat there steeping. I’m still trying to figure it out. This other tea bag once said, You are unlimited, and I was obviously like, DAMN STRAIGHT I AM. And because this tea bag made so much sense I asked it what the other tea bag meant, and it mumbled something about something and I think I made it feel embarrassed. But the feelings of the tea bag aren’t my feelings, and I’m unlimited. So I just went to bed).