Nutmeg
I have this insane fear of dying without my things.
Because, well, archaeologists will find my things, in the house, with everyone else's body and they'll be all, "Who did all of this belong to? Nobody, I guess." And miles away they'll find this little body curled up in a bed that isn't hers, in a room that isn't hers, and they won't know, and they'll just assume my life was all nutmeg.
Because, well, archaeologists will find my things, in the house, with everyone else's body and they'll be all, "Who did all of this belong to? Nobody, I guess." And miles away they'll find this little body curled up in a bed that isn't hers, in a room that isn't hers, and they won't know, and they'll just assume my life was all nutmeg.