“But grief compels me, maybe even more than sleep. I am waiting for something to last. I know nothing will.”
— Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun
im curious about what made you you. im curious about your taste in music. im curious about the way your mind thinks. im curious about how your body likes to be touched. im curious about your late night thoughts and how they make you feel. im curious about every single thing about you.
Is there something deeply evil living within me or am I just up past my bedtime
