to everything there is a season, but that season isn’t now

now is not the time. now is not the time to bloody freak out, not about hospitals, or stalkers, or fear of toxicity, nor about the emotional torment that was ’11-’12, nor the swaddling in cotton wool, nor spines not growing where the body can’t see a necessity for them, or anything. it. is. not. the. time. are you listening to me, self? it is not the time!

do your makeup, put your twintails up, and go and see your movie about your ridiculous Korean boy band. don’t worry about anything else right now.

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