Some days, I wish I could stop being kin. Not necessarily out of some dysphoric self loathing, but ultimately if I could go back in time with the option to keep that Pandora’s Box closed, I would. It exhausts me in ways I’m unfamiliar with, ways I can’t yet put into words.
If I get any more poetic I’m gonna pass out–literally. As you sleep, sleep well, tumblr.
