imagine crafting with your bare hands the perfect life, or maybe even an imperfect one full of flaws and fuckups, but it's yours, and it's okay because you're full of love. imagine that you filled yourself with that love though, that you're overflowing with it and, cup running over, imagine sharing a taste of your beautiful messy life with somebody else, and whether they end up drunk on you, or needing you like water, or poisoned, know your cup won't empty as long as you keep refilling it with yourself. its 3:30 am and im sleep-deprived so this is one of those, maybe better in the drafts posts. stay thirsty, my friends.
