nothing profound to say today. i just love the way fat feels. like curving into your hand like it's meant to be there. hanging and drooping and sagging. velvety soft skin and stretchmarks. the terrain it makes. the different textures you can find while running your hand over the swell of a stuffed gut, then reaching the heavy underside where it's still pliant and soft. feeling it when it's at a cool temperature and getting the sensation of pressing your face into the cold side of a pillow. or when it's hot out and they're radiating heat, sweat smoothing out the way your palms run along sides composed of rolls stacked upon rolls. it's just really nice.


















