12.30.22
i think a lot about that quote from invisible monsters, talking about how no matter how much you love someone, youll always step back when their pool of blood gets too close for comfort. but i dont think i would. i love your blood--metaphorically and literally--i love your filth i love the stain you leave on my shoes i love the feeling when it seeps into my socks i love the feeling of you on the blade. everything i've said about you, i've said before. everything i've said about you feels tired, it feels overwrought. we know the story, im a puppy laying at your shoes, you're broken and bleeding. whatever. get over it.