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why is sharing clothes so intimate like.. bro…. are you cold… here…. borrow my sweatshirt… it smells like the brand of washing powder i use…. a little glimpse into the oddly private domesticity of my own life bro…. its still warm from where i knotted it around my waist (i dont feel the cold)… here bro… take it…

ok this would be what would be playing when the main character in a cheesy coming of age film is sat crying outside on the steps on prom night mainly bc she saw her crush with another girl even though he’d told her he loved her but also bc she’s drunk off the alcohol someone poured in the punch

live footage of my mental state

microdosing intimacy by standing in a boiling hot shower and crying