its so crazay how being in a transitional period will have you obsessively reevaluating every decision in yr life to the point of actual insanity…hello
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“I could not stop wasting time. It was crazy. I wanted to do something with my life, but instead I went to sleep, or sung in the shower, or sat and stared at the wall. I couldn’t even tell you about anything that I saw. I didn’t talk to anybody. The cicadas kept dying outside, and as I dreamed, my mouth grew thick and venomous with silence.” (Yiwei Chai)
i know i can't argue with reality here but it's devastatingly unromantic that blood transfusions only work if you have compatible blood types
sure i guess it's something that i can transfer my breath to their lungs via a kiss in an attempt to resuscitate or keep them alive but it lacks the visceral intimacy of sharing my blood in their veins you cannot convince me otherwise







