What The Weekend Feels Like

The weekend feels like finding a undiscovered tropical island full of fruit and freshwater after spending months stranded in the middle of the Pacific with a dwindling supply of sardines.

The weekend feels like finally finishing a YA novel about a teen werewolf who becomes a pop star who also knows karate that’s been dragging out forever.

The weekend feels like lying down on a bed (any bed) when you have the absolute worst back ache.

In a word, the weekend feels like…relief. Sweet sweet, dangerous relief.


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