madetoruleyou replied to your post: lies on the ground twitching
I feel this on a spiritual level. I have a ceiling fan with a woven wicker pattern and it collects dust like a dragon hoards gold.
The worst part is the inescapable dread of having that shit fall on you. I’m short. I have to use a stepladder to get up there with my little rag. A piece of my soul died a little when the first fall of of dust coated my arm.
I’m not the same person anymore.










