#unnerving but magical. time 4 a fairy story abt a young person visited by Enormous Moth Friend

[aeide-thea]

sometimes i wish i could just, like, blog a particular set of physical sensations without having to translate them into words first

not that often, because really i love the expressive artistic possibilities of wordsing and also most of the time i think my own particular idiolect is one of my greatest charms,¹ but, like. pat the blogger board book when, you know?

anyway the particular physical sensation i want to communicate at the moment is the one where like. you didn't get enough sleep and it's fucked up yr circulation,² so you're just absolutely shivering-shaky down to yr bones well beyond anything the weather would actually justify, so you take a steaming-hot shower and then pop yr damp pink self straight into thick comfy sweats and flop around feeling actively quite warm but in a way where it's like you're a reptile baking & basking in lovely dry heat and mammalian sweaty discomfort is, like, a failure mode unknown to yr species—

⸻ ¹ i mean every once in a while i instead have the opposite reaction and bounce really hard off it in an absolutely self-excoriating way, but i think that's just badbrains stuff really?? slash fundamentally not all voices are appropriate for all moods even if both mood and voice are a person's own ² which i think is like. not the way that works for everyone but it's pretty reliably how it works for me? my feet and hands go first and if i don't get myself to bed at that point then eventually i just get chilled right thru like a gay little otter pop