lewd cradle of filth t, yellow terry shorts, 5 year old crew socks, norda sneakers, hideous reusable shopping bag full of work shit and library books, general aura of fatigue
Take off those pants, let that tummy breathe, delay dressing after the shower, commune with your body! I feel *very* comfy with myself until I imagine being seen BUT eventually I’ll be comfy around others too
makes for easier clean up kinda. it makes me feel like a middle age man going through a tough divorce. it’s sensual. i made this sandwich with my own hands and before it becomes apart of me i will cradle it to my breast.
