feeling bored, might imagine myself in unrealistic scenarios of love, idk

“Not the weight of the body but the fact of the body. Not the shape of the body but the needs of the body. How inconvenient to be made of desire. Even now, want rises up in me like a hot oil. I want so much that it scares me. I don’t know what I’m made of; I wish I did. That I could gut myself like a fish or a fruit.”

— Larissa Pham, from “Abject Permanence,” published in Unruly Bodies

this was a great read. “Laziness Does Not Exist” by Devon Price

ive been in a mood since the community quarantine started over here

Sorry I didn’t text back I don’t have anything 2 say

honestly if someone tenderly cradled my face i think at this point i would probably blackout

ladies are u all ok

no