#unsure !

[snzsnl]

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[wizbizzi]

Listen okay I'm not scared of growing up and dying. Everyone does it, it'll probably b pog, if it isn't then it's gonna happen anyway so I'll deal. That's how life is and I wanna experience that.

What I Am scared of, is everyone Around me growing up.

Like my friends??? I know I've accepted the innevitability of growing old but idk if they have!!! My parents and family??? Idk about then either!!! My parents might be scared of getting older idk !!!!! People who I know Nothing about but still don't want to be sad??? I have No clue if they vibe w the idea of time passing!!!

I can't help or control Any of those people's mental states w a concept so big as Time Passing and my inability to comfort people about smth like that scares me more than the concept itself

[jaaneymann]

okay okay so was flirting with this guy and i was drinking wine and i was feeling frisky but i ate some food and im feeling much less frisky so i don’t know if we’re still going to fuck tonight or not actually this is loads of pressure for me

[ilvulcanico]

“ what does a man want? ” - cas

war of the foxes starter.  when: after death comes.  with: @seraphsaint

dark, dark like no other, dark that swallowed, dark that kept. dark not as an absence of a thing but a pressing of it --- hands on the fragile bend of his neck, squeezing, crushing, gone. was this breath in his lungs, or had the dark found its way there too? teo could breathe, but he couldn’t. teo could hear, but he couldn’t. teo was alive, but he wasn’t. death came to the promethean; the silent one made its introduction to the crew, treating them sweeter than even the agathe.

( when prometheus stole the flame, did he touch it first? before he passed it along, spreading the licks of fire to the humans who were overwhelmed by it, did the titan warm his hands on the torch? 

before the woman was swallowed by the ice, did she feel its cold? ) 

silence accompanied the darkness, broken only by the crack of the man’s question. teo glanced toward casimir, holding onto the question, holding onto anything but the settling terror in their lives. 

“n'est-ce pas évident? to not end up dead.” like her, like that. if he was to die, let the silent one wear his face so a part of him, some twisted part, lived still. he did not want to find his way into the ice like the woman; he did not want to linger on the thought either. “you though --- i have never seen another so restless. are you disappointed that she is dead or that you cannot see her body?”