Kes

the 400 blows: hawk… t…  i can’t bring myself to even finish typing this stupid fucking joke. i can’t pretend im not keeling over right now. ive realized recently how easily affected i am by works about adolescent oppression. empathetic wholly candid eye level at either sides of the screen kind, read = shedding your adult skin for an hour and 50 mins. maybe thinking being a child could be terrifying in itself a possibility is a sign i’m actually reaching err “unc status”. i will remember that shed speech. also… full kit wanker.