#in case you're wondering that absolutely translates into our kinks and shit as well xndndn

[knot-ilus]

🌗: we've only been to the ocean once but I miss it. The body is so fucking heavy sometimes, and being in a pool or lake is nice because our buoyancy holds us up against gravity a bit? But the waves in the ocean would actively lift us up, up, bring us higher to the sky and it was intimidating to know that it could just as easily pull us under or further out to sea but experiencing its gentle strength was humbling and made us feel special for a little while.

We always got that same feeling about the warm wet breeze right before a storm, the shift in atmosphere that felt like a giant beast breathing in and out right above us. Or the night sky, cold and distant and uncaring but so so beautiful and comforting in its promise that we're small, our problems are small, and that even still we belonged in that infinite tapestry of light and dark and everything in between.

I just think that there's comfort in the knowledge that you could be wiped from existence at any time, and eventually we all will be, but that's not today and the very forces that could destroy us are still beautiful and nurturing and in this very instance of time everything's alright.