“I don’t wanna kill you, don’t hurt me pleaaase”
I often tell this to mosquitoes but since I understand they’re some of the most harmful parasites ever hmmm maybe I ought to kill them anyway? Like, should I create an aversion to their very existence??? They’re just mosquitoing
earlier my archenemy/husband asked me if it was true when I told him our relationship reminded me of the film ‘Nosferatu’ and I don’t remember saying that but holy shit was I on point
i love to read a novel that's so moving, empathetic, and genuinely life-affirming and then look the author up and find out they killed themself with a hammer