Please there’s a reason why the rest of the world is not using them sweetie-
Ok I’m just venting not arguing so keep calm stay cool have a nice day
But seriously anyone who does not know how cold is 0° Celsius… please…

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Please there’s a reason why the rest of the world is not using them sweetie-
Ok I’m just venting not arguing so keep calm stay cool have a nice day
But seriously anyone who does not know how cold is 0° Celsius… please…
I’d play hide and seek with death.
“I’ll go first,” I’d say.
And I’d count, and count and pretend I could never find him.
I cannot breathe, oh I cannot breathe, for every breath in the air is you, and my chest is so, so heavy.
So many “what ifs”, everything starts to become an ambiguous dream. Am I in a dream now? It hurts to open my eyes to see. I don’t have the courage to distinguish.
Let me love you as a lover, and I’ll let you love me as a friend. We will share our bodies but walk alone, to keep warm.
I told my friend I want to vomit because I was listening to a crime podcast about young boys being sexually assaulted then killed, and she called me weak.
Well, I’m sorry I’m so empathetic that imagine I was that boy and feeling his fear. But don’t you dare call me weak.
Humanity is horrible and I feel it with those victims. You call me weak? I call you cold.
Last night, I dreamed I loved someone. But he didn’t love me back. And it was okay. We lay together in the dark.
“I’m glad you want to get laid with me.”
“What do you mean?” I said. “I want a relationship.”
“Oh,” he said softly, realization was born on his face. “I can’t, right now.”
“That’s fine.”
I pull back my sweaty, trembling hand from his face. I feel calm.
We stared at each other, and talked about life.
And that’s okay; maybe I didn’t love you enough to be sad.