fff#22: (starter) when I drink (ah find d permalink! plus the link for the blog itself is HERE. also, i don’t drink. seriously). when i drink, the warmth trickles down my throat, settles in my tummy for a moment, then rushes off to curl my toes. the warmth then moves to my head to cloud my judgment, heighten my thoughts, and dull the reasons why i don’t think about them. the warmth then envelops me, heats the tips of my ears, then whispers into them, and tells me i’m invincible, and so i am. but eventually the warmth dissipates, the toes…
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