Reenactment of a conversation I had with my husband:
"SHE WROTE A STORY ABOUT A GUY WITH GENITALS THAT SHE DESCRIBED AS LOOKING LIKE A GHOST ORCHID. WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO."
*aggressively googles pictures of ghost orchids for emphasis*
"SHE WROTE A STORY ABOUT A GUY WITH GENITALS THAT SHE DESCRIBED AS LOOKING LIKE A GHOST ORCHID. WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO."
*aggressively googles pictures of ghost orchids for emphasis*
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.