I don't think I actually understand how being (sexually) attracted to random people work. And not in a "ew, why are you guys doing that" but in a literal "I don't understand the mechanics" way. Like 85% of the time, the only reason I can objectively say that someone is sexy is
We see our home planet as a whole, lit up in spectacular blues and browns. A green aurora even lights up the atmosphere. That's us, together, watching as our astronauts make their journey to the Moon.
you tasted it. isn’t that enough? what do we ever really get more than a taste of anything? that’s all life gives us. just enough to know it was there. never enough to hold, never enough to keep. just a taste.
daddy this mommy that i don’t fucking care. i’m not your parent. i am a fucking hurricane. i’m a sharp object. i’m a corrosive chemical. i am also 5 years old, it’s still winter in my mind, and i’m painfully alone.