" heat wave nothing to do / woke up in my clothes having dreamt of you " \\ the built in webcam in my laptop is fried. i like it better this way, it makes things feel private / or like the unmatched desire burning in me has spread to everything else in my room \\ fire from belly - fire from brain / you're never here when everything catches flame \\ " and i hope that the love that you find swallows you wholly / like you said it might " ||| literally just lonely horny and pining in my room but didn't want to look at my face so this is what came of it. free because its not like you can see anything but me writhing around but just think of it like the ultimate tease. only broad stroked and blurred lines and glitchy webcams in bed until i calm myself down. songs: heat wave by snail mail, nobody by mitski