i’m like if a worm bored through every desert, under every sea, never to be understood which section of my body is where, seemingly unfathomably long and wide, seemingly divine yet ordinary, seeming to not stop for nothing and to keep going for everything, all to just be a worm
“You may not wanna wake up tomorrow, but the day after that might just be great. Might be the best fucking day of your life. You know? You don't wanna miss it, right”