I JUST WANT TO MAKE OUT WITH YOU SO BAD RN I CAN’T EVEN. OMF ALL OF THIS SEXUAL FRUSTRATION IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME.
It’s getting to be that time of year again. Where it’s easy to sleep in past the last sliver of daylight. Where you forget how cold it really gets until you can feel your bones against the skin in your fingers. Where that cemetery growing inside your body comes alive. Your bones dance. Your blood boils.