HOPE FLOATS LIKE A BLOATED CORPSE

i feel like something inside me has gone moldy

just overheard a mum in the museum ask her seven-year-old child ‘shall we say bye-bye to the skull?’

shane accidentally conditioning himself to feel safest when he’s kneeling at ilya’s feet bc the second he got on his knees for ilya in 1410 he felt his brain turn off for the first time maybe ever. and so now he instinctively goes there for comfort regardless of context. completely unrelated does anyone hear a persistent buzzing in their ears

sex with a guy who wants to hunt you for sport for 6-12 hours immediately beforehand

sex with a guy who gave you a big head start and mocks you about it after he’s caught you anyway

sex with a guy who wants to watch your brain kick down a few notches when he pins you down like you’re a prey animal that knows it’s done running