…if I'm going to be connected to you, I'm going to be connected to *you*— crooked teeth and lightning bolts, birthmarks and bent dicks, whatever you've got, I'm okay with it. And I need you to be okay with me, because most of the things that I don't like about my prison of flesh aren't
I might not be who I've been before, not take the same path forward as I've been travelling. It's a new year and Saturn is in Capricorn (Capricorn represent!) and this year, I am resolved.
No one is awake but me, no one heard me scream, and something is still in the room, but it's fading, and it was just a dream, and they aren't real, and nothing is going to hurt me.
It's December, and we're still here, and we're allowed to be unproductive for a while. I'm done apologizing for it.
I sat down as soon as a table opened up, and I figured I'd get my coffee as soon as the line died down, but that has not happened yet.