i am somewhat obsessive about washing my hands. it’s not that i have to wash them over and over again, or that i’m bothered by getting them dirty (i was raised on a farm, after all). i just can’t handle the feeling of them remaining dirty after i’m finished doing whatever it was that made them that way
random body parts are slowly disintegrating. luckily—as a Vegan—i can regenerate as many as i need
i think it means something that i literally gasp out loud when i accidently close the window of our facebook chat
