I'm hungry , I'm hungry, I'm hungry. Nothing I put in my belly quiets it anymore. As much as I can fit , it isn't enough. Double servings. Triple. Double desserts. Secret snacks. Bottles & bottles & bottles of wine , water , anything wet. Anything warm. I don't gain a pound. I can't. I'm trying. So I slam caffeine into my bloodstream, bitter and sweet and energising , yet still, I can feel its potency dwindling. I'm hungry. I'm hungry. I'm starving. Please. Feed me. ❣️
Poor wraith at the door, don’t tell me sunlight itches you as well? It’s a pity to see a creature so famished, but unfortunately the starving here are speaking to the ravenous...
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Well this was wholly unexpected, anon. I’m afraid I’m not used to responding to this sort of thing, but I’m touched you managed to find my askbox through the cobwebs, thank you <3

















