Pretty sure I could kill 37 snakes in a trench coa

thank you @bethmints , I’m answering from this blog bc @grandle has been compromised

is the lavender nightgown a kink? I think it can be

Your father dies on a hospital floor. Your brother bleeds onto your hand, his hair in your mouth, pressed against your neck. People die in your arms, people who leave  the battlefield behind, who don’t wake up in bed five minutes twenty years later and live. People don’t just get to be dead for a while. This isn’t fucking Tralfamadore. So it does not fucking go.

Vonnegut tells you that time is pearls on a string. Every moment has already been and will always be. You say, “Fuck that.” You cut the string. Pearls before swine.

Your headstone will read It was ugly  from beginning to end,  and it hurt like hell every second.

Your father dies on a hospital floor. Your brother bleeds onto your hand, his hair in your mouth, pressed against your neck. People die in your arms, people who leave  the battlefield behind, who don’t wake up in bed five minutes twenty years later and live. People don’t just get to be dead for a while. This isn’t fucking Tralfamadore. So it does not fucking go.

Vonnegut tells you that time is pearls on a string. Every moment has already been and will always be. You say, “Fuck that.” You cut the string. Pearls before swine.

Your headstone will read It was ugly  from beginning to end,  and it hurt like hell every second.