𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 . it cloys in the lungs and remains there unyielding ; every breath is hot and uncomfortable , leaving lips too warm and always partly chapped in that niggling way one will never not be attuned to . “ i’m gonna fucking melt . “ a cigarette is not likely to be very friendly out in the humid death of the day , but he takes one anyway , and reconsiders before he thinks to extend out his offer . “ hate this fucking heat . shoulda moved north . somewhere boring . maybe maine . “
@ilpadrinho // sc















