I had to answer a security question over the phone today and it was honestly surreal the guy asked me “okay, what’s your dream car” and for a solid ten seconds I’m thinking ‘what the fuck I can’t even drive?’ and then it hits me. I made this account in 2014. I know what I have to say. I swallow my pride and whisper into the phone:
“1967 Chevy Impala.”
There’s silence. Then, he gives me my password. Fuck you, 2014 me. Fuck. You.
I just felt the shadow of something ancient and awful brush past, like a great leviathan peeking from the waves on a moonless night far from shore.
This is by far the most haunting addition to any one of my text posts. I won’t sleep tonight.
when you’re a kid and you’re feeling weird and detached and you fall asleep in the late afternoon with school clothes still on and you wake up and its dark and dinner is almost done and time feels like a thick jelly
your best friend: gemini, cancer, virgo, libra // full of shy kisses, calls at 3am, late afternoon sunlight coating bodies. comforting in a familiar sense of warmth and affection. they are the scent of home. take their hand.
your rival: aries, taurus, scorpio, pisces // filled with smirks, sarcasm and initial frustration. hugs that lift you off of your feet and fiery eyes that you are so familiar with glaring into but now you’re driven insane by them. your lips never leave their skin. tempt them.
a stranger: leo, sagittarius, capricorn, aquarius // breathless, they are unexpected, sudden desire filling your veins with gasoline. at their gaze you’re in flames. dandelion wishes are to see them again. give them a reason to stay.
