May my legacy be that of love freely given and when the pine box has rotted away and the last remaining memories fade, may that love be passed down hand to hand— a small candle fluttering in the darkness of time
Bet it feels really fucking good for a demon to make a possessed body crawl on walls and ceilings. To make the body to make wild faces and gnash etc. like stretching feet after a long drive
For over a decade I thought the last line of Broom People by The Mountain Goats was "I'm a battling frog!" And honestly that's the fun part of being hard of hearing/deaf and listening to music
I keep finding ways to describe my experience with my brain and body with mech metaphors to people who have no idea what I'm taking about, but like it just makes so much sense
Me: *finishes reading a horror novel about a trans fella figuring his sexuality in backwater Appalachia* Hoopla: You really like this stuff huh? Maybe next you should read the Meditations of Marcus Aurelius