𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝗏̲𝗂̲𝗈̲𝗅̲𝖾̲𝗍̲

one thing i do not miss about living in the city is the threats of impending annihilation that are made every other day that result in incredibly overfilled ers and testing the limits of new york’s health infrastructure.

the second stop of almost an entire month filled with conferences, meetings and study reviews to be done in person — this time, at columbia. alma mater. still *home in her heart. and with the way the light breeze of central park hugs her, it’s hard not to feel welcomed back.

i don’t know my fuckin’ blood pressure. it’s gotta be high.

at the end of this story, there with only be a cold spot stained with blood and empty air.

oh, fuck!!!

on what?

can you die of shame? askin’ for a friend.

the thing is ... i mean, there's times when you look at the universe and you think ‘ what about me .ᐣ ’ and you can just hear the universe replying, ‘ well, what about you .ᐣ ’