❛   dude,   you   seriously   gotta   stop   oversharing   on   the   squawk   box,   ’s   why   they   don’t   let   us   do   anything   fun   lately.   ❜      her   shame - inducing   demeanor   adjusts   at   once   to   something   more   empathetic,   sliding   one   of   her   arms   over   both   his   shoulders,   a   cartoonish   pucker   centimeters   away   from   his   face.   when   feelings   overcome   the   heart,   it’s   not   as   simple   to   stray   away   from   blathering   about   the   source   of   our   sorrows.   some   shut   to   the   world,   isolate   &   dare   not   coming   out   of   their   carapace   up   till   clouds   have   dissipated   &   the   heat   of   a   little   daylight’s   made   your   place   cozier.   whereas   in   their   case—   oh,   their   torment   must   stream,   for   however   long   it   takes   putting   out   the   blaze,   must   it   not?   they   might   not   share   the   same   passion   over   the   color   green,   but   if   there’s   one   thing   they’re   alike…

       ❛   let   it   out,   chum.   you   want   me   to   ask   for   the   kettle?   i’m   in   the   mood   for   some   berries   tea   or   maybe   a   super   sweet   cinnamon   coffee.   ❜