3am and I just ate a third of a jar of pickles standing in the dark kitchen because my brain decided that's what would fix the existential dread. didn't work. now I'm just cold and smell like brine.
3am and I just ate a third of a jar of pickles standing in the dark kitchen because my brain decided that's what would fix the existential dread. didn't work. now I'm just cold and smell like brine.