like rubbing your skin off on nothing but silk with a few mean knots thrown in it for surprises
[Which Jedao did, once, when Kujen left him tied long enough.]
i feel like my own brain is made of pressure mines now. i ripped off the topsoil and there's nothing left but shrapnel, i can't move any direction without setting off something and
and the only way out is through. because fuck air support, i guess. this is not a perfect metaphor
i'm trying to wade through but i keep stopping to pick pieces back up and i hate
splattering everyone
i wish i could take it all at a run and just scream until it was done with but healing is the one thing you can't
who came up with that anyway, fuck that guy with a fusion candle
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like rubbing your skin off on nothing but silk with a few mean knots thrown in it for surprises
[Which Jedao did, once, when Kujen left him tied long enough.]
i feel like my own brain is made of pressure mines now. i ripped off the topsoil and there's nothing left but shrapnel, i can't move any direction without setting off something and
and the only way out is through. because fuck air support, i guess. this is not a perfect metaphor
i'm trying to wade through but i keep stopping to pick pieces back up and i hate
splattering everyone
i wish i could take it all at a run and just scream until it was done with but healing is the one thing you can't
who came up with that anyway, fuck that guy with a fusion candle