at dusk ... we fall.

yearning in the morning, yearning in the afternoon, yearning in the evening, yearning at night.

I hate having an internal monologue. Girl shut the fuck up.

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there's something so good about a character who hasn't had enough comfort and warmth in their life and now has weird complicated kinda sexual feelings about being treated with actual basic respect and dignity and they feel like an awful gross pervert for it. i like those wires getting crossed