And Finally, A Rest

If you are currently sitting or laying down this moment ask yourself if you are resting or rotting. Change your behavior accordingly

Bayonetta

Last big draw for the year

can i have a kiss pretty please just want one or maybe two…hundred five thousand please please please i just want to kiss

list of mundane things that feel like ancient human rituals

cleaning or wipe your bare feet

breaking off a piece of bread and handing it to someone

putting the weight of a basket on your hip or head

eating nuts or berries while hunched over close to the ground

seeing something startling just out of your line of sight and very quickly stepping or leaping on to a larger object to get a better view

cupping your hands into running water to wash your face

the unanimous protection of a baby or child in a public space where women are present

when an elderly woman laughs and grips your forearm tightly

god is a woman

Get your pussy up get your money up. You’re gorgeous btw

get my pussy up,,,,,,, get my money up,,,,,,,,,

some of my favorite headache prompts:

unexpected, via magic. a sudden sharp pain through the nose into the skull, driven like a spike. the little gasp, hand curling up to touch but the pain continues, pushes, too scared to make contact. doubling over, stumbling back into a wall. friends calling their name, hands touching their shoulder, sparks in their vision. all they see is white.

overworking. days and days of no sleep. feet heavy and warm and legs buzzing. alongside the steady throb of pain against the forehead and eyes is a wavering lightheadedness, leaving them unsteady and seeking support against walls, tables, countertops, their friends. flinching when lights flick on or curtains slide open. short breathing, dizziness, spike in pain, sliding to their knees with hands over their face, struggling to think until darkness.

chronic. unable to get out of bed from a migraine. it's been... days, at least, if not weeks. greasy hair, labored breathing, one hand tangled in the sheet trying to ride the constant waves of pain. slick with sweat or maybe it's the fever. ragged, exhausted, holding back another run to the bathroom to puke for the second time of the hour. the door unlocks, distant voices, a cold hand touching their face and they whimper, leaning into the soothing touch.

[SEL] "no matter where you go, we're all connected"

i wouldn’t change a single thing about you. every part of you was made for me to love

- Dr. Egon Spengler Aesthetic