#i fucking hate summer !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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forgot to post

[soft-twink]

I’m insanely tired, sweaty af, and wishing summer didn’t exist but have a thirst trap anyway 🤪

He/They

[millionmovieproject]

[hhalothane]

Hellish weather lately

[cult-of-the-eye]

he tells me to wear something nice, like what my friend is wearing (we're wearing the exact same thing, except she's skinny and i'm not)

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Tired-

Shhh~ please let Dr. Greyson go back to sleep, he was up very late in surgery and deserves some rest 🥱😴

Y'all ever get that kind of tired where it's so deep in your bones that no matter how much sleep or rest or relaxation or self care or anything else you do, it just permeates so deeply that it almost becomes a personality trait?

Yeah me neither what a silly question 🥲🫠

[cordeliawhohung]

“Let the worms fester! Let everything weird little thought out!” We all chant in unison.

Love in limbo btw

oh they're festering alright i started 2 new wips today. neither of which are being close to finished.

and ugh. in limbo. i need to write the next chapter but it's been so hot here that i can't even afford to think about christmas when my skin is melting off ):

[a-s-levynn]

I am fully unable to function in these temperatures

[ifobufrens]

Crying, I hate summer y'all

[graveyarrdshift]

it's so hot I wanna die

[californiaquail]

dude it is like 85 degrees fahrenheit in my room at 10 pm

[clawposting]

it’s supposed to be 10° colder than it usually is next week which means

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!

[yoongisababygoat]

46 FUCKING DEGREE CELSIUS. I AM MELTING.

[thesarcasticism]

maybe it’s just me but i don’t think it should be the same temperature outside my body as it is inside

[shallyne]

I'm SO wet

BECAUSE I HAVE FUCKING BOOBSWEAT

[saunne]

I have a rather particular kind of hatred for heat. The kind of bubbling, withdrawn disdain one has for something inescapable but still bearable despite the discomfort.

My body feels heavy, like something that no longer belongs to me completely. I can feel my heart beating beneath my skin now and when I close my eyes, I think I almost feel my blood flowing, thick and syrupy like molasses.

I can almost still smell its scent.

The hospital taught me that, the sour smell of old blood and medicine, of illness being treated and sticky, greasy sweat staining clean sheets. Even now, in the comfort of my own room, the air is muggy and heavy, like a damp blanket left to rot in a washing machine drum, like a dyed garment left to soak, like a storm about to break.

I sometimes wonder if dragging my fingernails along my sweaty skin would remove that layer of smelly wetness that I can't seem to get rid of despite all the showers.

I feel dirty.

I can’t wait for the cold to return.