i utter an incantation in an act of desperation, the words, though cloudy in my mind, roll off my tongue like fine silk against desert sand.
being human is my last resort, if it means blocking the darkness, if it means being with you. if only for a tiny moment.
re-watching easy a right now, i really need new movies/series asap
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