Mist along the ridge.
“I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here?”
- Emily Brönte, Wuthering Heights
I’m very protective
so here’s the problem. I once yelled because I saw a centipede and my boyfriend commentated “a friend!” and when I said “no!” he added “and maybe……. a lover..” the problem is. now this has become standard procedure for referring to centipedes. so now I get messages like:
Me trying not to tell random people trivia about whatever my hell brain has latched onto this month