when we meet in hell (let's pretend we don't know each other)

I wish i could put it more eloquently because there’s so much going on, but for lack of better words this was beautiful to read and look at! (love the palette too)

So much of every emotion....

"press to hail the king"... has an intensity to it I can't put into words still.

"like the game or the bird" has me thinking about the hazy (nonexistent?) boundaries/overlap between/among love and harm, and care and calculation...

"When you look in the mirror"... just...

and the plastic wrap yeah... exactly, there's so much fear I think of moving or being moved even by "our loved ones"...

taking something seriously, taking responsibility... it's often frightening/threatening to engage and remove the plastic wrap. (But it's SO not harmless to treat people like that... the neglect and indifference towards life...)

I really appreciate the way you've expressed this, thanks

going to have to reread, there's a lot here on romance/romanticizing I want to think more about.

and just all the sweetness and love and silly and mischievous sex too, so good to see, so heartwarming